Unlike any other day

The day is raining and windy

I’m walking, holding an umbrella over my head

I’m arguing gainst my thoughts

I think of Hamlet,restless, talking to himself

the ghost and skull behind him 

 

She says she will not be home when I arrive

The day is swiftly gathering darkness

And I’m trying to understand how 

an umbrella breaks in a day like today.

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