When the wind howls
And the thunder shrieks
And the lightning blinds
And the walls seem to creak

I will hold my own hands
Folded in my lap
And sit outside
Listen to the water "tap... tap... tap"

And on the porch, as I sit
I see a figure, soaking wet
I invite her inside for a cup of tea
And treat her nicely, as you see

She leaves after the storm, thanking me
I wave goodbye and welcome her anytime
I go to my hallway, dark and full of drawers
And I open one, dusty and old

I see her smiling face, as she hugs me
And my happy eyes, laughing
Little does that figure remember, that her and me
Used to believe in ever after, happily

I close the book, hiding the photos
I hug it close, not wanting to let it go
That's my problem, as you see
I can let go of memories.