Rain

The rain covers the face of this green country that's now our home.

You seem as remote and inaccessible as a Saturday evening from the vantage point of my Tuesday. So far as to make one weep.

Awake, as ever I was, waiting for that missed call that would prelude hours of our voices caressing each other's ears.

So long has passed, yet I'm the same. It cannot be otherwise when someone sees the child we once were. I also saw the old lady you'd become...

How not to fall head over heels for you?