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Once When We Were Young

Becca

We watched the clock, while not watching.

We kept the radio humming with music unheard.

We listened to the rain.  

Watched it splatter on the window of my bedroom door.

We kept the radio humming with music unheard.

Silently I counted raindrops, distinct individuals.

Watched it splatter on the window of my bedroom door.

Counted the seconds from lightning to thunder.

Silently I counted raindrops, distinct individuals.

I counted how many times I made you laugh.

Counted the seconds from lightning and thunder.

Those days could not have lasted; nor could we.

I counted how many times I made you laugh.

Water-logged afternoons alone with you in bed.

Those days could not have lasted; nor could we.

Always we believed us charmed.

Water-logged afternoons alone with you in bed.

Now counting the seconds, my voice to yours.

Always we believed us charmed.

No plan for when we were old, when we would be us.

Now counting the seconds, my voice to yours.

Lying in bed on sunny afternoons; pretending to hear rain.

No plan for when we were old, when we would be us.

We grew together; grew in age.

Lying in bed on sunny afternoons; pretending to hear rain.

I feel every year of us today.

We grew together; grew in age.

A distance, water-logged afternoons to too many rainy days.

I feel every year of us today.

Once, when we were young, we did not watch the clock.

A distance, water-logged afternoons to too many rainy days.

Once, we only knew the time we could count.

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