Where You Left Me.
Jun 18, 2021
It’s raining
and I’m waiting for my yellow umbrella you promised years ago,
every monsoon I pretend to forget when my friends why I got drenched
you’d return
don’t you know
the umbrella
ask me in rain?
don’t you know I’m not buying a new one
because I still hope you’d offer me yours when we meet again at the crossroads we left?
