Days That Come And Go

Days are like that; they happen and then are gone. There are days you long to be over: days of tragedy and disaster, days of embarrassment and shame, days of seemingly endless toil or tedium. Then there are the days you never want to end: days when it seems you will never grow so close again, days when her skin seems to flow endless under your reaching fingertips as though you are tracing her contours on maps that will lead you to that island of paradise and perfection, days when the sun seems to shine on all that you do, days when everything you see and do shines with a crystal clarity and days when everything seems close to making some kind of sense.

The days themselves, though, are just days whatever you do, or whatever happens to you inside of them but they pass and soon they are long gone, far out of reach. You cannot bring them back no matter how long you sit and stare back into the past. While at the same time you cannot really ever escape from the bad days; they will come out of nowhere and drag you back, haunting your memory like ghosts and grabbing you with long bony fingers of memory that will never let you go.