i hold the cold handle of the red umbrella, tightly. i clutch it in my sweaty palms, to prevent the rain from washing over me.
drip, drop, drip, drop.
i hear the rain once more.
i spot you across the road. with the roof of the bus stop serving as your only shelter.
i watch you. with the sound of the water hitting the pavements as the background.
i look at your worried expression, you have no idea how much i wanna come to you.
but yet again,
water keeps us apart.
YOU ARE READING
overdose of water
Poetry❝too much water will make you drown, and in my case, you're my water❞
