The Rain Is Here
I'm here in this house.
I'm here in this room.
Alone with my thoughts,
With the rain and the gloom.
I know I cannot,
But I feel like I can,
See you, as you read this,
Your blue eyes, as they scan.
And I reach out my thoughts,
As if to find yours,
To hold and to hug them,
And unlock our mind's doors.
Because if for only a minute,
You knew how I thought,
How I felt, How I cared.
How I am so distraught.
If you just knew the feeling,
Just the touch of your hand.
When our fingers lock, its uplifting.
I don't have to understand.
You are my hands.
You are my feet.
Without you,
I'm incomplete.
I'm here in this room.
Alone with my thoughts,
With the rain and the gloom.
I know I cannot,
But I feel like I can,
See you, as you read this,
Your blue eyes, as they scan.
And I reach out my thoughts,
As if to find yours,
To hold and to hug them,
And unlock our mind's doors.
Because if for only a minute,
You knew how I thought,
How I felt, How I cared.
How I am so distraught.
If you just knew the feeling,
Just the touch of your hand.
When our fingers lock, its uplifting.
I don't have to understand.
You are my hands.
You are my feet.
Without you,
I'm incomplete.
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