i've never seen as many
- broken umbrellas
scattered through the street
things meant to protect
lying at my feet
the rain came
and poured the same
as it always has
you're still nowhere
- not to be found
so the docile puddles
and the slick asphalt
have me feeling
down and caught
trapped in thoughts
of where you've gone
hey there shopkeeper
my thoughts calm
as slowly i accept
- faint breath
that you're just
at a different place
and i'm ready
to stop saving face
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