I kneel down at the edge
My hand softly touches the water
I see my mirror image
subtly wrinked by what got to her
I look up to the sky
And see the black clouds rise
a sudden storm at the end of July
a scene making me minimized
i can feel the raindrops on my skin
just like your words because I let you in
Scratching me with the cold they bring
making me think of a sunny day of spring
my hair falling past the edges of my face
making me long for a warm embrace
one with the cold and humbled by time
the cold wind sounds like a chime
