These Are The Days
These are the days of apartment living. These are the days I bow to idols. These are the days we listen to Weezer and Afroman.
Light an incense; and a couple other things. These are the days of auto-tune and auto-correct. I need to check my e-mail NOW.
These are the days I don’t wake ‘til ten. These are the days we lie all day, skin to skin, feelings bared, talking about how much there is still to be learned, so much still left to be done.
These are the days I need to study, these are the days I write silly poems instead. These will be the days we rally, not to the bars but to Civic Center Plaza.
These are the days that we’ll be missing.
These are the days we feel most lonely.
These are the days we can’t afford, but I’ll just put it on the card.
These are the days of contemplation, these are the days of whiskey shots. These are the days of the traffic light right outside my living room window.
(Then there was that day my cat fell out the window and shit herself.)
These are the day of modular furniture. These are the days I wear whatever I want, but I will take extra care if we’re going on a date. These are the days in between. I know who I am, but where do I want to be? These are the days I don’t mind being hungry, these are the days I choose carefully who I associate with. These are the days we choose to have fun; once the day has left, we know it is gone - this, we have not forgotten yet.
These are the days I am too honest, my words do not blush, my thoughts are not hidden. These are the days I embrace. These are the days I’m still learning how to love. These are the days I hold you, these are the days I know there’s something so sexy about that little curve in your back and the way your shiver when I trace it with my fingers.
These are the days I feel alive. Then there are those days I feel undead.
These are the days of rationalization. These are the days of self-honesty. These are the days of unnamed principles.
There are some nights of self-pity, but these are the days of feigned bravery. These are the days that no one planned for us. These are the days we take control. These are the days that we will miss. Even the seasons change every time they come back. These are our days. This is my day.
Sincerely,
CHT
