can you see them sending
some rain your way?
Every raindrop holds the memories
we've created
touching your skin
and running down your spine
Short fragments of moments
meaningful or not—
however you choose to define them,
we carry them inside
The rain slows down
washing our two souls
swimming in silent ponds
We're soaked and cold
beneath all the sadness
seeking some warmth
The distant bonfire
under the night sky
licking the darkness
calls our weary souls
Approaching from two directions
we see our faces
as we draw closer