memory

Sep 11, 2010 21:33

i'm thinking about that night it rained really hard
and we sat on your porch in chairs facing each other
you came out of the kitchen with two glasses of wine and matches
to light the candles.
it was just you and me, and we read stories about
churches and blindness and good and evil
and i made it a point to remember the sound of the rain
and how it felt even better than rainstorms usually do
because i was with you
and even though we've been together a very long time,
and we're very aware about things,
there are still nights when it feels like we're the last people on earth
and if we really were, i wouldn't be afraid.
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