a bun in the oven

as he comes down the lane; in the sun

a hot bun and a sweet muffin

he gets it done; for his loved one

he walks further down

into the small and peaceful town

he waits at their rock until dawn

but she doesn't turn up; and in his heartbreak; she lets him drown

the next day; before the sun sinks

she comes running with a flower in her hand; that's pink

he notices her hands that are fresh with something like red ink

but her warm smile hides away the fact that she's been living a life that's sick