Life gets in the way
In the way of passion
Of comfort
Of us
Time simply plods along
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Until the next time
The time for which I pine
I feel like it's a rainy day
And in the next room
Waits my special place
Warm, inviting, secure...just out of reach.
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