Umbrellas

The sunshine slants down harshly through the trees
Illuminating where you should have sat;
Where, if the world were ordered as I please,
I would have looked at you. Remember that,
If you remember anything; that I
Still wanted you to be here. Even then,
When everything was finished but the sigh
That echoes in my ears, and even when
We both could see the writing on the wall
I wished that you were here. But you are not;
The chair is empty where the sunbeams fall
And as I sit and sigh the day grows hot.
I might have sat there endless if we
Had been what we had been supposed to be.