Our Day

We share a day, me and you
Of all the things we share, this is perhaps the most real.
Twenty-four full hours, outstanding,
Giant as the sun in a painting
You know it’s not true and never will be
But still you’d swear that one day the sun was that big
That you saw its rays fill the frame of your eyes.
The day we share is as substantial as the warmth of that sun
We have a palatable chatter that goes down well as our hot cups of tea
And we watch the sunset.
You point at the waves that lick the bay and how they inspire you
We save a while to savor the salty particles on our faces.
There’s never a proper ending to this.
I just realize when it’s late and I’m in bed
And I can’t recall if we said goodbye.
I have no recollection of your footsteps, lowering with the distance.
I’d recognize your noisy shoe soles anywhere, they actually made me
A bit nervous.
Anxious?
Just nervous.
But I cannot remember you cricketing away.
We were laughing by the sea until we were not.
Where did we go?
My memories go as far as our countdown, the night approaching
As an Andean Condor.
We have our weak spot for the dark.
But then, before the two turns to one, I’m not there anymore.
Neither are you.
We have no rights over this or any other day,
We only share and disconnect
But, we share a day.
We share a half-sunset and a savory bay.
We share hot cups of tea on a silver tray.
We share laughs in unison and pray.
We share the words we’d never say
When all is night, we share a day.

