Red Umbrella

It rained.
You held a red umbrella high,
leaned into me and whispered,
‘Sod the rain.’
I realised that something had begun
that was unstoppable.

Time’s devoured
a lifetime of embraces since that day.
Now pain spreads like a red umbrella
as you lean into me.
The pillow, like an angel’s wing,
kisses my bloodless lips.