Window Memories
Yet as I look at the window, water pours, dripping, dripping
Down the glass, tear by tear, tear by tear.
While the rain makes puddles in the little dents in the road,
Splashing at any flowers which try to grow,
I sit inside on a chair and look at the fireplace roaring,
The sparks soaring, the memories flying by.
I remember the moments we shared ice-cream until
Our teeth were too numb to rub, and when we ran
Around the lake and flew kites among the breeze, and
Sat laughing until our eyes filled with tears of dreams.
The rain may pour, but I will continue to sit and remember
Until the next time we can go outside together and
Dance under the stars.
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