I sat, under the plastic roof,
Rain tiptoeing down the grooves.
Warmth held tight in my hands,
Thoughts of you not far from my heart.
My name in your voice was murmured by the wind,
As the leaves caught the tears I should have shed.
At the edge of the day I sat, watching the sun fight the clouds.
At the edge I sat, watching it win, willing it to win. For us.