Dec 2020
In the middle of a tempest,
I would walk you home
hand in hand,
a million times.
Even if you were the rain
pouring down on us,
hiding the tears covering
the space between our eyes and lips.
I would walk you home
hand in hand,
a million times.
Even if you were the rain
pouring down on us,
hiding the tears covering
the space between our eyes and lips.
Written in December 2020
