I lost an umbrella today. But I don’t feel like talking about it right now. So instead, I thought I would post a poem that I wrote two years ago about a different umbrella that is no longer with me. I’ve had many umbrellas over the years. Some have had tragic ends, and others, I know not what fate had in store for them. This poem is a reminder and dedication to all the ones I’ve lost, and all the ones I’ve yet to lose.
i’m sorry i had to leave you outside neville scarfe
i did not want to
but i had no choice
for you were broken.
it wasn’t supposed to happen this way
i forsaw a good future
filled with rainy days
and you there to protect me
i wish i could say we had a good run
but there was barley any time
damn those ubc winds.
when you turned inside out i knew there was no going back
i did the best i could to make you better
but to no avail
you were broken
you opened up
and there you remained
unable to close
i could no longer take you inside
i had to leave you in the rain
you’re not the first i’ve lost
and you won’t be the last
but you were a favourite of mine by far.
i know not whether you still lie there
or whether somoeone came to take you away
i miss you.