leaves falling
they think theyre snow
covering the ground
slippery as its starting to rain a cold rain
my thoughts are on you
theyre the only thing warm in me
a gust and a spray
an umbrella turning upward
girls huddling
patting rain-frizzed hair
pulling ugly sweaters close
I sit and you surround me
a beautiful blanket keeping out the elements
the clouds crashing together
a fire lighting the sky and the night
an ear-shattering bang
a storm raging
but I let it rage around me
I dont even flinch
youll keep me safe
the warmest coal in my heart is you
and youre my never-up-turned umbrella
a blanket I want only to wrap myself in
and on this night
when I need you more than any other
youre on a shelf I cant reach

11/07/2002

Author's Note: This poem came after writing a short story so the poemness of it is surprising. Im not sure whats going on with the tense in this poem; I just started guessing. I didnt mean to use something Tommy had said to me, but I did. The umbrella part was all him, promising to be mine and everything. I took it from there. The end sounds sad, but its not really. Its just a matter of distance physically, not emotionally. I hope, at least.

Posted on 11/08/2002
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