Leftover Umbrella prod by RISSA

Found a folded map In a coat that isn’t mine Coffee stain across the ocean Circle round a crooked line There’s a ticket from september Half torn Half remembered train And a scribble “call me later” Smudged by unexpected rain You’re my leftover umbrella From a storm three years ago Still stuck in my hallway corner Guess i never let it go Every stranger passing through Leaves a little piece behind You’re my leftover umbrella Taking up the space inside There’s a key that fits nothing On a ring of silver ghosts Hotel tag Room 315 Little graveyard of old posts Found your note in the pocket “back soon” on a yellow slip Funny how the smallest promise Outlasts every sinking ship You’re my leftover umbrella From a storm three years ago Still stuck in my hallway corner Guess i never let it go Every stranger passing through Leaves a little piece behind You’re my leftover umbrella Taking up the space inside One day i’ll clear this clutter Box it up Let stories fade But i keep that broken handle Like a bet i never made If the clouds come back tomorrow And you’re standing at my door I’ll pretend you left it here On purpose Wanting more You’re my leftover umbrella From a storm three years ago Still stuck in my hallway corner Guess i never let it go Every stranger passing through Leaves a little piece behind You’re my leftover umbrella Taking up the space inside