You
Twenty years ago
Broken umbrella
Laughed at me
Said
'Don't let that stop you
From trying to use it'
Me
Twenty years ago
Standing in the rain
Slow smile
Said
'Maybe if you stand under it with me
It'll work again'
You
Tried that
Me
Laughed
You
'Sorry'
Me
'Don't sweat it'
You
'See you later'
Me
'Yeah'
Foolish
Idiot
Didn't get
Your number
You
Kicked a puddle
As you walked away
Maybe wanted me to stop you?
Maybe not
Who knows?
Me
Twenty years later
A marriage over
No kids
Thank god
Crappy car but a nice apartment
A bachelor pad yes, but nice
You
Always lingering
Always a dream a week
Always the urge to find you somehow
Private eyes
Facebook
Prayer
Me
Holding up someone
A total stranger
Against everyone else
You
Growing more perfect
With each passing day
Me
Glad to have a mission
A purpose
Something to do
You
Waiting, maybe
Maybe not
Maybe married
Maybe happy
Maybe with twelve kids
Maybe gone--dead, disappeared
Maybe bitter
Maybe different
Maybe too late to find
Me
Still trying
Still hoping
Still holding a broken umbrella
Thinking
Maybe this time
If I find you
It'll work
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