It's raining outside,
but I'm here, I'm inside, I'm warm and dry
and thinking...

I'm thinking
about the moments past,
about more innocent times we had,
about more happy times we shared.
And I'm thinking,
how far away they are!
Perhaps not so much in the measure of time,
but in it's stark contrast to reality.

Impossibility.

And I think,
we'd be playing in the rain now.
Our hairs wet, just like the day we were both marinated in the ocean,
emerging, salt in our eyes, laughing
starting out afresh on the clean sheet of linen.
Starting out fresh,
and laughing.

And I think,
you're not so far away now,
from where my thoughts and wishes roam.

No, I've trapped you inside,
cos I've lost the key...

And where you are now,
it's raining.