Without You

Windswept blowing, raindrops falling

Tracing rivers down the pane
Whispers in the trees are calling
When will you be here again?

Evening closing, darkness deepens
Watching nightfall, warm inside
Echoes of our laughter beckon
When will you be by my side?

Memories tumble, thoughts cascading
As the leaves fall from the trees
Each one full of golden colour
You were once close here with me

Sunlight stretches, warmly rising
Gently reaching through the rain
Warm caresses, reassuring
Time will bring you here again

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London 88