Willies squeaking and puddles rippling

Racing raindrops on the window pane

As the dampened city fades farther north

There’s comfort in your company on a home-bound train

And as your warmth intermingles with mine

And with the steam curling from our mugs

I’ll fall asleep to the song of your breath

With wind and rain as the orchestra


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