Mid-afternoon at your house I've been writing poems to the rain You just came up for a cup of coffee Then went back downstairs We spent the evening 'round a table And spent the night down on a couch Things were shared and left unsaid But there's nothing to do now You leave to work in a hurry Put your socks on sitting on the bed Pack your bag, take your coat from the chair The unsaid's still downstairs I sit back down at your table Look through the window to the grass Yesterday's poems soaked in yesterday's rain I guess things will stay the same