Umbrella by the Wall

You always left it standing there

Handle bent, a fraying tear

No forecast, but it knew the sky

Much better than you or I

Still dripping from that final day

When you walked out halfway

Umbrella by the wall, not used

Its story folded, slightly bruised

I never moved it, just in case

It might recall your hurried pace

The mirror shows the spot it knew

Where wet footprints trailed from you

Even in sun, it leaned with grace

Waiting like a faithful place

You never liked to leave things dry

I guess that part passed me by

Umbrella by the wall, not used

Its story folded, slightly bruised

I never moved it, just in case

It might recall your hurried pace

The handle still holds your thumbprint light

I check it sometimes late at night

Umbrella by the wall, untouched

Holds back more than weather’s clutch

If it could speak, it wouldn’t say

Why you left it there that day