I Remember
I remember the sound
Of a cricket chirping
As I sat by my winter window
Trying to decide
If I should call you
Or wait for you to call me
I remember how sad
The trees appeared to be
Hanging their heads in the rain
Their tears drizzling down
Into tiny streams
That sought out the rivers
That sought out the sea
I remember your voice
Once so soft and gentle
Becoming quiet and still
While I searched for the words
That would say
How much I had missed you
I remember the first time
You didn’t come home
Wondering why it was
I didn’t see us grow apart
As I listened to a chirping cricket
Watching the falling rain
From my winter window
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