Sunday, March 22, 2009

Baby steps

Your blue umbrella
Circles in the rain
Creating splashes of water
And trickles down the drain

Your wet feet
Make little footprints
And disappear into puddles
Of myriad tints

I watch
I yearn
I cry
I ache

He stands and smokes
Wet rings in the air
There’s no smile on his face
Just an irreverent stare

The white lace at your hem
Plays at your knee
As the rain continues to rage
Till it is all that I can see

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