I stand
While the memories hit me like raindrops
And the wind blows coldly against me
Humans brushing by
But the umbrella no longer seem to protect me anymore
On sunny days
It just pierces through the umbrella
And hits me on my face
I look up
Only to see the umbrella disappearing
And all this time
I was just holding on to
Nothing
All I had was the handle
And I thought I was holding on to you
The umbrella
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