It’s raining
I’m glad I have your umbrella.
You left it with me remember?
I guess you don’t
It was nothing to you.
That’s strange
Because that umbrella
Burns my memory
I can just imagine
It was once held by
Those hands I hoped would hold my own
That umbrella
Remembers you too.
You can see it by the way
It seems sadder now
You left it behind,
With the girl you left behind
The two forgotten
Standing in the rain
Remembering,
Those soft, steady hands
That so softly, so steadily,
Waved goodbye.
