Upon your hand I lay my own
And watch the storm rage outdoors
See the rain permeate the stone
Hear your nervous foot against the floor
The radio battles with the noise
Of nature's attempt to sing her part
Howling and wailing does well to disguise
The increasing tempo of the heart
The skeletal leaves tumble down
And fashion themselves into a bed
They lie there frail and battered on the ground
Autumn spoils the pain ahead
