seattle

from seattle by the garages

by Rosie Drown

Bedsheets 
In my arms
Old clothes on
Unknown floors

Window facing
Busy Streets
And I wonder 
Who can see me

And the rain falls
The rain falls down
And the rain falls
The rain falls down

I’m a wreck, let’s start again, I
Don’t know you, whoever I am
Now I’m stuck in this place
What can I do, where is my face

Misplaced
I can’t see
Who I’m meant to be 

And the rain falls
The rain falls down
And the rain falls
The rain falls down

And the rain falls
The rain falls down
And the rain falls
The rain falls down