It was not supposed to be Thursday.
It seems I woke up a day late.
It wasn’t supposed to rain again;
my bones and joints hadn’t announced it.
You said you weren’t coming back,
you needed time to work on yourself.
You said you needed all that I lack,
but just don’t leave on a Thursday.
Mars and Venus are aligning this weekend,
that’s supposed to mean something.
If you really want to make this end
don’t do it, at least not today.
Too humble is this ugly Thursday,
too ordinary for all we’ve done.
Thursday is the worst day
for you to be forever gone.
Illustration by Troy Towns
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