typicality of the days

i'll take an extra second in the morning

before i get out of my car and feel the cold wind

to tell myself that it won't be long

'till i can finally be with you

 

i'll sit in the basement of the academic commons

just so i can watch people pass by, with that bit of excitement in their eyes

knowing that their day of classes are over.

 

i'll take a sip of ice water

directly followed by a sip of hot tea

just to feel the warm, barely painful feeling

of the hot liquid reaching my core

like wildfire in a dry forest.

 

i'll trace the stained glass on my window

for absolutely no other reason

than to see the sunlight that shines through

cast little bits of colored light on my skin.

 

i'll sit outside,

for hours.

just to hear the birds talk about their day

and to see the dust from the passing cars

create mini tornadoes

and to feel the wind give me goosebumps

when the sun slowly moves to the west.

 

i'll sit across from my mother

and just watch her stir her tea

and see her calm, worried eyes looking into her cup

and wonder what she's thinking

but i won't ask

 

i'll turn the water as hot as i can stand it

when i'm in the shower

feeling my hair completely relax down the length of my back

wishing instead, that it were your warm hands.

wishing it were you,

instead of the hot water kissing my skin

 

i'll fight with my father

because we've got identical tempers

and identical eyes

and that's all we do anymore

and there's just nothing else to say about it

 

i'll lay in bed with all my blankets

and put pillows next to me

and pretend you're there laying at my side  but the pillows are just too cold