And finally, I'm alone now thinking softly, slowly.

It was a beautiful thing and

it felt like wind on my skin; it felt like you.

And when you left, so did the fire and the tears became dominance.

It was a scary thing to feel; your lips on my skin.

But I wish I had never traded that in, because now I want it back.

But it's been far too long and when I see you, I can't say anything.

Turn around and say something.

Just look at me and say something.

It's been far too long to dance in the rain.

Say something.