You take flights on paper planes
on September nights to escape the rain
love sits beside you
and so does pain  
in their hands, feelings from June
and they sit there waiting  
to take you to the moon

Take a walk with me down my favourite street,
down memory lane
it’s still under construction
Memories built and renewed
I will tell you stories about foreign colours
so you can paint them onto bricks
placed by some past version
of myself

You are careless about
my love
yesterday you left it in a carpark
while you shopped
today you forgot all about it
while you golfed
while you dined and whined
and laughed out loud
last night you dropped it at the door
of a club
You are careless about my love
you are careless
about
my
love

This is nice
I said
this is love
he said
no
this is just nice
like
I said.