While it rains outside,
I wish you were by my side,
Whispering the profound words,
That only you can.
I wish you were,
The yellowing, fragrant pages,
Of the book that I hold close.
While it rains outside,
I wish you were here,
To share your my loneliness and my coffee,
So that I could tell you my stupid little conspiracy
theories,
And you would listen to them, half-smiling, half
approvingly,
Ever like the sly Sherlock.
I wish you were by my side,
While it rains outside,
So that we could hide,
And confide,
Under my warm blanket by the bed’s side.
But you are lying somewhere,
Unknown, of me and my existence,
And, of my heart’s desires.
Your nose is in a book.
Pray, tell me which one it is,
So that the next time it rains outside,
I can have you by my side.
