Underneath

From a NY Writers Workshop event.

UNDERNEATH

She walked underneath my umbrella
Near enough for me to smell
And I was grateful to the rain for putting her there

She stayed close to me,
Never touching,
Ignoring the rain.
We talked about India, where she was going,
And about her penchant for over-thinking things
And how hard it is to relax

We waited for the cabs to part on Fifth Avenue
So we could cross
Together

If she knew I was in love with her
She never let on