The Secret Emery

On the way to grey
I could hardly wait
To see you again
To feel your hands

Covering me
'Til the storm is done
What seemed to be the end
Was not the end at all

When I hear the rain
Should I be afraid
For my, for my
For my... life

Why do you look at me that way?
I told you
That I was too busy to see you
I would never
Keep a secret from you
From you
From you

Is it over?
I am fine
Thank you dearly
For your time