In This Velvet Morning

The rain, it hasn't stopped for days. It washes down the window pane

in 100 different ways. I'm sitting in the chair where you used to

be. Tracing the outline of a memory. The silence is a heavy friend

to keep when the rest of the world is fast asleep. And I know

time is a healer, or so they say. But it feels

like the winter is here to stay. In this velvet

morning, I am calling out your name. Nothing's changed but nothing looks

the same. In this velvet morning, the shadows start to fade,