Summer rain pours down,
We used to run through it,
Crossing the street from the bar;
And find shelter from it to share a cigarette.
Six months go by and I still remember when we were blooming.
But oh, how we wilted so fast.
I still keep the petals.
The dead rose scent will never smell as sweet as you,
When you would lay your body next to mine.
The scent of your skin put me to bed.
You wrapped around me so tight I thought you'd never let me go.
Now I lie listening to this summer rain,
It will never sound as soothing as your breath on my neck.
Without remembering how it felt to be wrapped in your arms
As that first summer rain fell.
All the while we were blooming.