I fell for you on a cold, cloudy night
while I was alone.
We don’t see each other often.
But you always come,
singing the same song.
A song carried on the wind.
That lets you forget
and drowns out the world
as the hours wash away.
You bring memories,
but I don’t need to remember.
I just need the feelings they hold
because I much prefer the present.
Most tend to avoid you.
Something pretty, but only from afar.
Like from a window or a photo.
But we both know
there’s no place better
than side by side.
To me, it’s somewhat comforting
to be in your company.
But maybe I just like being lonely.
You and I are good listeners.
Able to understand without saying much.
It could be the nature of empathy.
At least, that’s what I’d like to believe.
Your touch is gentle but cold.
Like teardrops
that tend to come at the worst times.
I try to make the most of the time we share
because we both know
eventually you’ll have to go.
You will cry.
Your tears will dry,
and I will be left alone
with brighter days.
Unsure of the next time we’ll meet,
I’ll be waiting here for your return.
When you fall for me on a cold, cloudy night
when I am alone.