Dear You,
Pitter patter, pitter patter. A strand of loose hair dances in the breeze. The splash of a car roaring through the flooded streets sounds through my window. Someone's out of tune, joyous humming floats in.
Your lost spirit prances across my consciousness. A freedom within the prison of your wonderful scents and sounds.
Thunder. Listen, it's voicing out everything that I am afraid to say.
I love you like the rhythm of the rain.
Lost in my own thoughts,
Me.