There's an emptiness in the storm tonight
as I stand wondering where you've gone,
what you're doing, who you're with,
if you ever remember or think on us.
It's a cold autumn rain falling
upon my burdened shoulders.
I can't recall at all anymore
what it felt like in your arms.
This storm feels all my own,
no trace of you amidst it,
perhaps that's why the rain is cold
and the wind cuts so harshly.
Where are the fireflies of late
and nights spent by the fire?
Why am I still entertaining
such calms within my storm?
I wonder if you still recall
what the storm's washed away...
am I the only one forgetful
or can you still remember me?