If I stood outside your home
In the pouring rain
Mixed in with treacherous tears
Rolling down my cheerless cheeks
Would you let me in
And warm me by your sweet embrace?

Nuzzled in front of a fireplace
With an afghan smothering our bodies
And hot tea in our mugs
Would you let me spend the evening
With you instead of my thoughts?

I could listen to your shaking voice for hours
Even when I’m not so sure of what to say
However you often must say goodbye
You head to your home
I walk alone to mine
Each step I take into the indefinite unknown
I really hope sometime
You’ll ask me to
Stay.