Love under an umbrella

I shared a kiss with her
on 42nd Street
the rain poured down
and we never had a chance to meet

slipped sideways out of frame
but here she is once again
under the umbrella red lips black
toothy grin at what might have been.

she stares down the avenue to the right
flashing warning signs
green pale eyes
blued under the light

she loves me
my wife
life
string on a thread
pillow left on the bed with a hint
of what was
before it began.

missed in time.

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