It’s Raining and We’re Walking


I wasn't sure if you held my hand because yours was cold
but my god, all I could do was shiver.
If you remember the night we met,
you remember the way my skin lit up when you looked at me,
the way I bathed in the gleam of your ocean eyes
deep sea blue and secret emerald green
I was your siren.
Now, we walk in shades of gray
my cigarettes are crushed in your back pocket,
your fingers curled in mine,
ice in the air
autumn night in my heart
Do you remember the last time I told you I loved you?

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