Rain…

This was our promised autumn. It was for our transparency. The ethereal way to slip quietly into the bed or our promise. It was soft and it promised more than you had in ¬†you. I fininshed the love making and the song whilst you prepared your tea. We sat quietly and congratulated one another on how successfull we had been in hiding our true feelings.I left with regret. You left with a promise that you would return. Things change when winter comes around…

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