Poetry

days

some days, all quiet

chest-tight moments

in weeks after break-ups.

some days, crash and bang

everyone’s got something to say

not one stops to say pardon.

some days, just that,

nothing happens,

mundane memory.

those days, the days,

that make the best ones

count.

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