The Red Umbrella
I left it in the back seat
of your car, that weekend
we travelled together.
Then I forgot all about it.
Days went by.
Suddenly your two words
on the lit screen of the mobile
Christmas Day:
‘Missing you’
My red umbrella was folded.
When you returned it to me
it changed into a bloomed poppy,
with all its fiery petals opened.
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