It's approaching winter now, and rain is falling,
The light of the day is as sallow as I.
I sit in our place drinking warm milky coffee,
And look out across the plaza, missing you.
At first, the commotion of all and sundry,
Keeps me from thinking, what could I have changed ?
The condensation is hanging like the sparkling in your eyes,
The memory is strong, so much we had said.
Now it is more silent, the calm brings a chill,
Because I can hear, the quietness you brought.
But you are no longer sharing this restful scene,
I wonder, will you came as we made promise ?
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