the wind blew down and surrounded the children below
as they awaited the evenings events
the noise of conversation was filling up the room
but they couldn’t see the sparks flying between me and you

there were walls with painted stars
rocking battle scars
all under your roof on a snowy winter night
just another decaffeinated winter weekend

outside the winter storm was a howlin’
inside there was a fire in us burning
I tried to watch the kids they were dancing
but your eyes were so mesmerizing

and now I’ve closed that chapter in the story of my life
the one filled with anger, regret and pain

because you help me forget about the broken piece of flesh
that hangs between my ribs