staring out the window,
I remember you as you were
a bird always in flight
a fist full of tomorrows
held in the palm of your hand
staring out the window at the pouring rain
the warmth of your hand
pinions of a dove's wing
your hand in mine
I will not see the shadow
under your smile
gathering all the light in the room
like a flower in the sun
I remember you as you were