Paper thin

daisy chained characters

hand in hand

and hanging out the washing.

Everything they have

Could be torn by a glance

and a strong breeze

blowing back an uncertain hairline

and suddenly years of love

is turned into a wandering thought

Scattered as the light

through a streaky window

it’s beautiful

But, it isn’t what it was.

Age makes them

strong like the monarch

But frail like it’s wing