A warm rainy night
in yellow October,
warm enough to leave
the slider open and to
listen to the drops on
what's left of the leaves.
I can still imagine you
here with me, lying still,
also listening in the dark,
me believing in
everything.
in yellow October,
warm enough to leave
the slider open and to
listen to the drops on
what's left of the leaves.
I can still imagine you
here with me, lying still,
also listening in the dark,
me believing in
everything.
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