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?
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