Descent

I am brought back to a time, before this chaos existed.
When life was ours to mold and living was bliss.
Orchestrating the birth of our own song.
Practicing this ritual daily.
United by a spirit stronger than any love.
And thicker than the blood we both share.
But this season in time has grown cold.
A torrent of distance left this separation.
I am screaming your name.
I am praying for a sound.
But all i can hear is the rain while these clouds cast their shadows where our dreams had once shone.
And i like fall wither to winter to hold the hands of the one i cherish.
The one i love. the prodigal.