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