It Rains Outside

In the shade of the green outside,
I think of the light she brought in from the rain.
In spite of all the things I never thought I would say,
She listens to the ones that aches the world of her.

Beside the rain on the window panes of my room,
Her ache aches me from within and I misplace why she is that way.
She tells me the places she is going far away from me,
I try to keep it all there by trying to do something,
Her words are so far away that I despite inhaling, I feel suffocated.

Try my love a little bit, I tell her.
Try my love to be in there.
Try my love to sit on my arms of words,
Try my love to be with me.

She tells me how she can be different from who I am
She tells me the lines that brings inside me a wave of fear
I sing for her and wonder why she is saying it
I dance for her as I try to throw away her tear.

On this passing afternoon, her pregnant thought of leaving sucks the life out of me.
No one can see me from within except her
All of a sudden she seems to be abrupt there as well.
I ask her to sleep with no thought of good or bad
She sleeps and wakes with the sadness quilt on her belly.

Try my love to listen to the apologies I cry
Try my love to work it out
Try my love to be happy
Try my love...................


Was listening to: "Passing Afternoon" by Iron and Wine