I wrote this note to fill some space
All alone in a crowded place
A wisp of smoke lends me her grace
Swift, cursive, dying rumor
Her voice is a warm embrace
Until the emptiness consumes her
These thoughts come in waves
Drops gather inundate
How is it we go for days and days
Dry skies not one reminder
Once I'm sure the reservoir is dried up
The summer storm, in full force finds us
