Morning Rain

I picked up the broken pieces
Of fallen memories
The things we said to do
When we would finally get to travel
The things that seemed to matter
Just a little bit

I look at the fallen paintings
Of dangers that would have
The things we thought, that we would change
When we would have the time but didn't
Matter all that much

And then the rain set in

Just a little drizzle barely droplets on our brand new porch
A tiny scratch
On a birthday card
Just some morning rain

I picked up the torn timeline
And tied the frayed ends
The care we used to have for mornings
And when we made our breakfast
The things that seemed too small to just write down

And then the rain set in

Just a little drizzle barely droplets on our windowpane
A little crack
In a green tiled room
Just some morning rain

And then I see the day
You came into my life
Vividly, as pictures be
The colors of your dress inked memory

And then I see the day
You came into my life
Not knowing then
The wealth withing
A lifetime of caress

Just a little drizzle barely droplets on our recently bought belongings
That tiny imperfection on an
Unscratched surface

Just a little drizzle barely droplets on our brand new porch
A tiny scratch
On a birthday card
Just some morning rain

I picked up the broken pieces
The fallen memories
The things we said to do
When we would finally get to travel, and
The things that seemed to matter
Just a little bit