The Lost Umbrella
You have umbrellaed me.
Protected me from rainy days.
You have kept me safe for a while— I thought it would stay.
As I hid under you, the canopy eventually flew away.
All these times feeling free.
I never thought the flood would knock my umbrella away.
I wait everyday for it to return.
I know it may have gone far and look for any sign of its presence.
I feel weak.
Without it, I feel a burn.