This world of us I created
is on life support;
Doomed as it can be.
And I fear
that if I stop moving,
I’d run to you.
And I fear
That I’d not save us,
but smother us.



You were a sunny day with a cloudless sky;
An afternoon spent in the shade of an old oak;
The feeling of cool grass underfoot.

You were the tension in the air;
A storm that refused to break;
Dark and heavy and inevitable.

You were one raindrop at first.
Then two.
Then ten thousand.

You were a home without walls.
You were a home.
You were my home.