History

it's raining and the thunder is deafening...
as she was all warm and cozy,
sleeping in her bed,
he was in his place,
standing by the window,
watching the raindrops fall on the cars,
thinking of her...
and missing her...
history seemed to be taking good care of
the barriers that geography wasn't able to put...
the clock was ticking...
with each tick, more time was standing between them...
and time was the best cure for forgetting...
if only he was able to forget...
if only he was...