Just as the rain dripped on our home,
Encased in our troubled sweaters,
Nodded off in the dark and cold,
Gone was the fire, our souls bleaker.
Perhaps on a summer's day,
Our lives would diverge again
Thoughts to cling as we make way
To the day we can begin again.
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 9:57 AM UTC
