Perfect Life

This is where I used to live.
Under a grey veiled sky,
rain softly tumbling from the clouds above.
It's warm and the air is filled
with the scent of the past.
Where we lay together all afternoon,
so close in a world of our own.
All the simple and obtuse things
seemed full of wonder.
Just because I lived them with you.
I felt back then I would never
feel the same without you.
And felt sorrow every time you left.
Afraid of the day when you wouldn't come back.