i am brought back to a time, before this chaos existed.    when life was ours to mold and living was bliss.    orchestrating the birth of our own song.    practicing this ritual daily.    united by a spirit stronger than any love.    and thicker than the blood we both share.    but this season in time has grown cold.    a torrent of distance left this separation.    i am screaming your name.    i am praying for a sound.    but all i can hear is the rain while these clouds cast their shadows where our dreams had once shone.    and i like fall wither to winter to hold the hands of the one i cherish.    the one i love. the prodigal.