She's on the front porch step
And the air smells like snow
She's thinking of the siege
And how she'll miss those weekends
In the park with the sun on her face
And her book by her side and that
Lingering taste that he left on her tongue
He lifts his glass from the table
It leaves a ring where it stood
He sees the light from the window
Caress her like he knows he should
He's remembering the first time
And immediately he'd miss her,
Like a spell, with each breath,
He'd taste her breath like a haunting,
Do you remember when you'd
He puts her ring on her finger,
She brushes back his hair
He takes a sip from his glass,
She in hales the cold fall air
And they're thinking of the
And the strength that they will need
And a love that has graced their lives
