because you are coming and because it is raining

because you are coming and because it is raining,
and because I have been thirsty like a garden for too long,
and folded like a secret into a burnt-out book

Because I have grown fond of windows by expecting nothing,
by living like a bell that will never learn to ring,
and aching like a hand that will never be welcomed

Because all I wanted from life was to grow into the story of yours,
to be a candle that watched out for you to the ends of hope,
until I could smile at you come the end of the world

Because I have grown floorboards through the labour of waiting,
and because I have consulted seriously with the clouds,
So that even when coming seems like you are leaving me,
I believe in your footsteps that will sing on the stones

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