She loved that umbrella more than anything—
Old-looking, with the color of olives sparkling.
Realizing that I left it behind in the empty seating,
Rage flew through me; she finally trusted me…
Yikes, I sprinted off with frustration.
So, I decided to chase the yellow bus.
Oblivious to whatever I had to do—to recover it.
Running away until the driver could see me,
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