Before you
By rmerwin
Sitting in the rain reminds meof moments lived before you came(how few they were)Sitting in my chair by the fireGlass of Cabernetalone, satisfyingblanket around my feettwice to keep me warmNow you’re gone and I can’t do it AnymoreThe empty home I live inWithout youAnymoreThe blanket just too bigThe place I cannot liveThe chair I cannot sit inWithout youAnymore.The sound of the downpour only makes me miss you more.Sitting in the sunshine takes me back to when you cameHow brilliant it was sitting on the bluffstwo glasses of chardonnaywaiting for a sunset…any sunsetWe’d share that little blanketfeet just past the edgeTell our inner secretsour deepest loveI sit here lost without yousearching for the me I was without you when you camesearching for those few memories of fewer moments gone. Written November 3rd, 2001 © on Nov 03 2001 08:26 AM PST, Rick Merwin 0 • 8
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"Sitting in the rain reminds meof moments lived before you came(how few they were)Sitting in my chair by the fireGlass of Cabernetalone, satisfyingblanket around my feettwice to keep me warmNow you’re gone and I can’t do it AnymoreThe empty home I live inWithout youAnymoreThe blanket just too bigThe place I cannot liveThe chair I cannot sit inWithout youAnymore.The sound of the downpour only makes me miss you more.Sitting in the sunshine takes me back to when you cameHow brilliant it was sitting on the bluffstwo glasses of chardonnaywaiting for a sunset…any sunsetWe’d share that little blanketfeet just past the edgeTell our inner secretsour deepest loveI sit here lost without yousearching for the me I was without you when you camesearching for those few memories of fewer moments gone...."