Laughing Under An Umbrella
You made good-bye
Seem almost merry.
Tears are salty
But they don't sting.
Steeped in remembrance,
All they bring
Is a longing, keener
Than a July wind.
As befits a parting,
The sun was hidden.
But the last time we said 'hello'
Was under an umbrella
Painted in the colours
Of a summer holiday.
Blue Riding Hood, you called me
And we laughed together
Under a summery island
In a gloomy sea.
