Just for hours out there standing
Should I stretch out an umbrella?
But se looked so sad
I let hem in
Drenched and soaked
Could be rain, could be tears
There's an intruder in my house
With eyes red from isolation
Se stared at the piano
Just stared, ignoring where se was
Somehow I found my fingers drumming on the keys
It kept raining outside
Cold air blew through the chimney
Taking the fire with it
The stranger drew a soft smile
And we fell into a slumber
I heard pitter patters on the window
Someone must be lonely outside
Someone must be waiting for somebody to open that door
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A random memory
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