Rain on the Glass

Rain softly patters against the glass,

The moon rises higher and higher;

It drips below onto the brass

As we muse on the future we desire.

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Nestled into the window nook,

Two halves of a whole, entwined.

You’d dozed off reading your favourite book;

I held you as this memory was defined.

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The sun shone bright, but the winds stayed chilly;

You took my hand as we stared at the lily’s.

We laced our fingers, you squeezed mine tight,

I marvelled at how elegant you looked in the light.

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Leaves of gold and red and brown

Eased through the air to rest on the ground.

We strolled through the woods, crunch underfoot;

Clusters of bluebells skirted the roots.

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Sometimes we spoke of dear post-its we scrawled,

Sometimes we talked of music we recalled,

Sometimes we laughed at the way our cats sprawled,

And sometimes we spoke of nothing at all.

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Daylight turned to amber sunset,

We returned home to escape the crisp air.

Greeted with a shower to wash off the sweat

And two black cats asleep on a chair.

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The doorbell rings, heralding our food,

I dish up while you grab us some booze.

We sit down and cheers our drinks,

Whilst being serenaded by Lenny Kravitz.

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We polish our food in between

Singing and dancing like we’re eighteen.

You laugh and I smile whilst you mime the drums;

I’m so proud of how far you’ve come.

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We settled down as the music faded,

Drifted to the window nook to accompany the rain.

You read your book whilst I ruminated;

I would never get so lucky again.

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Eventually you fell asleep in my arms,

Gently entrancing me with your charms.

We were eventually joined by two curious cats,

As the rain softly pattered against the glass.