My umbrella unfolded
as your withdrawel rain pelted down
My hand clenched the handle
as your cold folded into my inner harm
My nails dug into my palm skin
as your words sliced lightning hurt into the pot which we both stirred
My face huddled into my own rigid shoulder
as your dark clouds furrowed your frowning brows
My decision was made and my umbrella folded away
as your you and my me was no longer drinking from the same rain frame
My blossoms have shadows now
as your away and my not-stay created a new space of growth in the after rain
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