i saw her under her bright orange umbrella
as one day was ending and another beginning
for such gay rainy garb she looked so sad
she may have been crying. she kept her head low
i don’t know her but i know she is beautiful in her sadness
and all i wanted in that moment was to kiss her forehead
shuffling wet bangs with my thumb. i loved her in her
dress she wore like a hospital gown.
i want to know her and make her smile
because then she will never have
to wear her hospital gown like a dress.
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