By my window…

 I’ll sit by here and wait until the rains stop falling and calling on you 

It’s cold like I felt years ago, leaving me in a nostalgic trance of how warm your arms and smile always were 

But tonight more than ever I recall the morning sound of your nostrils, your inbetween pillow-talk and perfect demeanour 

I’ll sit by here and keep the candles lit until the morning dawn outshines her light

I’ll sit by here, until you walk right through my door, calling and falling on me

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