And we sit here pouring:
Tea into our porcelain cups
Our hearts out to each other
Lift burdens from our porcelain hearts

We look at people passing
And wonder where they go
If all the rushing strangers
Are real or just for show

The maddening crowd it thickens
The waves are here again
I'm drowning in existence
Your hand is all I hold

You tell me that you're cold dear
I offer you in zest
The knitted sweater that I have
That keeps warmth in my chest

You kindly shake your head
And demand for something warmer
I carefully rest your head
And fix it on my shoulder

These bones of mine
They do not
Offer much protection
But rest assured
That they will
Lift off all your tension

'Is December coming early?'
You wonder as if true
And rub our palms together
While coldly the wind blew

December was not yet due
But the end was indeed near
I sieve your hair with my hands
Like leaves with morning dew

Trickling, so did the rain
As we hid beneath the heat

Seated under the cafe lights
That light up me and you