The rain falls deep and so do you.

Chardonnay and cigarettes.
Slowing down
my mind
that's not yet yet defiled.

"You're so warm," you told me, i remember as i hold my hand out from the porch wondering with it freeze on me. Surely not.

One sentence. One word can mean eternity.

I step off and try to slide, embrace childhood lost and stumble; making sense.