Dec 21, 2015
The sound of rain on a tin roof over the roar of the wind The urge to rush out side in the storm closing in The feeling of cotton sheets on bare skin The need to listen for silence above everything Things I have no words for Feelings I'm straining to explain The things that you never say out loud But love anyway Having your own hands laced together And watching the light in an empty room go down The things you must have patience to see much less figure out