Where along the Line?

The sound of raindrops falling
softly, throughout the night
has me, reminiscing
on the verge of light
sleep, and tender dreams...
Taking me back in my past...
I see myself in your arms again
...the place where we were last...
Lying there in your arms
soft, and gently you breathed.
In the air, insecurity
the atmosphere, 'lonely'.
I remember feeling that 'this'
was the last night together we'd spend.
Why did I have to be so right?
And solitude take end.
To the love, we once had given,
as one; so generously?
Whatever happened to our love?
Where along the line did you lose me?

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