The Umbrella

It was just Stella and I beneath my umbrella
It was just them and us and my umbrella
Trying to stay dry from our head to our toes
Trying to avoid the rain, the tears, and the crows

The clouds seemed as though scribbled in the sky
And I could barely ignore the pain in her eye
All I could do was squeeze her hand
And all I could find to hold was her hand

I tried to look busy; I looked for the bus
I tried to ignore silence of the two of us
She sniffled and wiped the tears from her face
While holding tightly to her suitcase

The crows cawed at such a sight
An unspoken pain beneath broken sunlight
The sky above was now a lonely tan
Brooding quietly over a heartbroken man

We continued to wait and wait and wait
The bus came on time, but for us, it was late
The world had the crows, and the bus had Stella
But I was alone underneath the umbrella