Red Umbrella
Heavy rainfall on my red umbrellayou and me huddled up on a park bench beneath it
Talking away time
what happened, what I remember and you don't
what you meant and I misunderstood
remembering old jokes, making new ones
carefully prodding and clarifying intentions and future hopes
My knee is getting wet
but I don't mind
You think I've been assessing your health and
calculating whether I want to be your
girl
I'm just looking at you
laughing with you
letting my heart be reminded of
This man I love
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2013-10-18 at 06:06
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