It is cold, it is raining.
But no, I don't care.
A matter of hours,
My girl, and I'm there.

We'll sit under blanket,
We'll watch the rains fall.
Sipping at glasses, and
Sharing it all;

The sound of the storm
As it dances around.
The skyfuls of water
That pound at the ground.

Come winter and wind,
They will not see me frown.
An interesting thing
About weather, I've found:

I never get cold, whether
Rainstorm or snow.
Within it with you,
I'm the warmest I know.

City full of buildings
I helped raise.

I stand outside one
Of my eight floor brick

Babies.
The concrete

Behind the
Walls

Of your apartment
Were the walls of my

Workplace for a
Year.

I have stories
From your home

You'll never
Hear.

Not welcome here.
Stranger.

None of my keys
Fit her

Doors anymore,
Now that

She's been
Given

Up for
Adoption.