I was half asleep when the first two lines of this poem came into my head. I tried to stay awake long enough to write it down, but to no avail. Luckily, however, my muse was persistent enough to help me remember it when I woke.
My Old Umbrella
I open up my old umbrella
And your note flutter-falls to the floor
Who knew you were that kind of fella?
You put a note in my old umbrella
And reading your mini-novella
Remembering you here by my door
When I last opened my umbrella
And my heart flutter-falls to the floor