Is this april

The water won't stop falling
It will flow
Grow between stepping stones to puddles where we'll play
Someday...

Winter's windowpanes of bitter thoughts
A storm brought you inside
And outside a storm has taken you
We could have just sifted through like a breeze
Couldn't we?...

Anyhow amidst this
I'm close to being wind in her ears
A silence...
A kind of silence...