I thought I caught a whiff of rain.

Maybe it’s only someone watering her garden.

Do I smell smoke?

The clouds are low.

The sky looks fake on days like today.

I don’t know if there’s a fire somewhere or not.

This is all I’ve got—this life,

This now,

And how much better it may be

Is someone else’s lie.

As for me, I’ll tell you true,

I love you, now.

So what does that make me?

-jenn