Sincerely, Jennifer x

We build together,
but it’s all as fragile as a dandelion in bloom.
You’ll fly away and return when everything falls and fades,
finding yourself in a phone box,
dialling and dying over the wires,
doing the same damage and swallowing the same cycle of sorrow.
You cry, and cry, and cry,
cyclonic, the same season again and again,
and I build,
but it’s all as fragile as the last pieces of my patience.
It never changes,
but it’s always new to you.