We float like to paper boats in a pond. Between the flotsam and jetsom of leaves and flowers made from paper, we make strange haunting melodies. The piano only needs tuned if you aren’t us. I disappear at dawn. A lingering look she leaves through the open window. A whift of perfume chases after me. Ten minutes later my phone vibrates you remind me of wait I left behind. A satchel of poses lights up my light. The poses flash I miss you in between them. The car gets turned around quickly.