The cool droplets trace the outlines of our figures in the distance
There's this hidden ache in our chests as we make our way hastily through the rain
A child of summer grown, we've forgotten the ways
With the recollection of our trysts, a yearning grows
The leaves pitter and patter
While the grove grows ever heavier
A soft nostalgic suffering
It's one we've welcomed with opened arms
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 8:27 PM UTC
The cool droplets trace the outlines of our figures in the distance
There's this hidden ache in our chests as we make our way hastily through the rain
A child of summer grown, we've forgotten the ways
With the recollection of our trysts, a yearning grows
The leaves pitter and patter
While the grove grows ever heavier
A soft nostalgic suffering
It's one we've welcomed with opened arms
~love, k.
