December 2, 2022 - “The Ordinary Days” by Rahil Najafabadi

THE ORDINARY DAYS

There’s much to see when I’m not looking,
the pictures of a life in motion happens
and my eyes are closed because I’m wishing.
The rain shuts my gaze when it’s too fast,
my name is no longer an awakening––
Only when it’s placed next to yours. Why?
Because we are now distant, anything said
has to be mid-air, between the memories.
But I like the days that go by, keyed with sound
of music playing beneath my apartment.
The days where the water doesn’t run down
the drain without heating me first.
I don’t need to sit in the bath, I don’t need sleep.
I need the ordinary days of conscious
and current waters flowing your absence.