Your voice was as smooth as the coffee shops best 

The way that you felt was revolutionary and serene 

It was the taste and the excitement, the way that I could not get a rest

The way we would be headed remains unseen 

The taste of you and the sweets melted on my tongue like this bright summers day 

The puddle dried up from last nights storm and the kids are out again

But the storm scratched on my window and the branches did a sway 

They were dancing, unable to be captured in a frame 

I don’t know the weather, and I don’t want to be caught up in another storm

I ask the ones on the screen but I don’t think they can answer 

Maybe this can happen, maybe in another form

I hope we can move freely, just like the trees that were dancers