The street lamp casts
shadows of the raindrops,
and of the umbrella,
against the hidden faces
of you and of me.
We shy away
from the goodness
of light and of rain,
and we hold firm
the flimsy shade
with warm, familiar hands
intertwined in uncertainty.
They say
footsteps fall
naturally into
synchronization
as two friends
walk along together.
We say
the same
of our hearts.
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