I would wait all night long

if it meant her heart would show,

basking in the twilight of our lives,

allowing only memories to prevail.

Seems sometimes, a symbol,

that we might imagine

exists in our lives. We’re there,

living inside our personal shelter,

yet even then, still, feeling the rain.

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My tears were real that night ago,

couldn’t help remember 

how sweet we were together.

We walked with the idea of holding

hands, knowing we might try again.

Yet, we did hold on, the steady

rain just kept reminding us,

we could recreate that moment again.

We wondered if we might,

and then the rains began again.