The rain has started again... reflecting the soul that has melted into sheets of tears...raining inside my soul... raining down my cheeks...down the windows....
I have just walked intot he bathroom and taken your bathtowel still damp from you and buried myself face first within it damp folds... wrapped myself in it. You will soon be arriving there.
Did you know I set my life, spell out the minutes by what you do?? I do. Any day, in your world. You see , where you are is what is relevant. For me
I begin to hope.
I always will.
