white umbrella
white umbrella
.
she watched from the darkened street
the man who seldom brought flowers,
though she knew he would, if he could.
.
they wanted precious little
—some called their world make believe—
having only sweet vanilla candles, roses,
and a white umbrella for those infrequent rainy days.
.
she offered exotic chocolates—wrapped—
and he touched red wine to her lips
while time swiftly passed them by.
.
he shared photographs and poetry
while her fingers danced,
lifting music from her magical violin.
.
who can say where the time goes
except that suddenly one day it ceases—
the breath of life is silenced—
.
and in the rain
the white umbrella is opened.
.
.
© tolbert
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