The Umbrella Man

When the sunlight is golden
the umbrella I’m holding
is closed, but not tight
for all her fears might
burst open like rain
and she’ll need it again

Need its shelter from pain
need the soft words I say,
need my love, my embrace
need my heart’s steady blaze

If it rains, and it drains
all the tears from her eyes
my umbrella and me
will be there by her side

Yet umbrellas are common
in a city of rain
and her secretive plan
once hidden, now plain
to pick up and run
from my side, to someone
with an umbrella too
has left mine torn,
quite undone.