I thought of you the other day Standing ten floors above wet grey streets scoured by gales A drop of rain absurdly climbs the glass Yet I focus someplace far off through the miles of murk. And there, all rush and bluster, eyes flashing, you pull me close into the doorway Your smile just a little crooked , like you werenβt sure you could or should or wouldβ¦.. And then what was is past Now just for a moment I let myself feel And it catches in my heart and makes it ache With the indigestion of something lost And I wonder if you are standing Gazing through some storm soaked pane A drop of rain absurdly climbing your glass