Yellow

We’ll wrap the world up soon and with frightened faces, we’ll colour the paper blue, then leave near to an open window to dry in the delight and shine the sun and air provides, give it a few we can pin it up somewhere to display like somewhere where we’ll see every day, between a sea of magnets perhaps? 

Where places with ports, piers, docks and cats stick around – towns with actual people sounds. 

We’ll wrap the world up soon, tomorrow maybe, when the sun doesn’t come, when the woman doesn’t dress in her favourite yellow cardigan, to take her dogs for a walk around the length of the parc where space between the trees and her ears, yes there, where an absence will be where we’ll say it was silly to regret to paint the kitchen the colour we did – or probably not, to be bright in morning as it was at night was a relief more so than when we realised afterwards, that our love wasn’t true; but anyway

we’ll wrap the world up soon and with frightened faces we’ll colour the paper blue, then leave near to

an open window to dry and rest and wait until.