I'll Come Down For You

The first time we met

I bumped into her

I couldn't see well in the rain

but the coffee left a stain

she didn't say anything as I apologized 

I offered to get another cup

I thought she heard me, and I was forgiven

but she was staring off into space

'What are you staring at' I asked

'There is nothing but the clouds'

She stood there; coffee shirt soaked 

I scrambled back inside, she opened her mouth 

'Is anyone there?'

her voice echoed

'I thought I felt warm but 

it's getting really cold'

I gently took her hand

and put it to my mouth

'I'm sorry' I mouthed

'For what?' she asked.

'For the warmth you felt'

'Never be sorry for that'

'Then for leaving you cold in the rain'

'it was raining. I couldn't see'

She told me how she

Spoke to the dark

to the grass, to the park

and to people who wouldn't answer

'I am blind and deaf to the world'

'But you are true to yourself'

'That is the kindest thing 

anyone has said to me'

the next time I saw her

I gave her a coffee-stained shirt

and she told me she saw 

the sky clearing in front of us