And so the nights moves, beneath my eyelids
The moon crashes to the earth and breaks my ribs apart
This is where you rest
The rain licks at my feet as I walk the bridge of what is to come
I bring you a world closer with these words
We sit under the oaks and laugh
You huddle close under my sweatshirt
You appeared just as the storms do
A gut feeling
A smell in the air that I could almost touch
And finally, the drizzle on dry concrete streets
I sit and wait for the storm to take me into it's inferno, to clean me of my fear
I wait for you to find me here, under the oak.
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