The rain falls heavy on my heart
Directly and fervently
With a subtle patter to be heard in part
Reflecting only as tired can be
In being our separate, you and me
We are bound by these, such worlds apart
With ribs thrown open like lighthouse doors
And parted seas, as shallow as these
Such broken chances leave their marks
In pouring self out ever slow, in all these ways
The rain, it falls heavily every day
My life is kept from you apart
Perhaps separation is a matter of perspective. *Nods* And this may sound terribly dramatic. But context. (: