Number of days

I get a specific number of days

for re-reading books that makes me sad

waiting for trains I have no reason to catch

for eating cold food and drinking cheap whiskey

and days for looking at trees I am never going to climb


I get a specific number of days

for trying to figure out the number

of days i have left for wishing I'd spend

the days that have gone on something worth

remembering in the number of days that remain


I get a specific number of days

for laughing at jokes I don't understand

for being with people I don't want to befriend

and for tasting things I know I'll most likely dislike

for using unpronounceable words to explain unexplainable things


I get a specific number of days

for dreaming of futures I don't really want

thinking that maybe one day I'll do something real

and for asking what becomes of us all when we leave

and days created for not forgetting that someday I'll find out


I get a specific number of days

for writing poetry no one will read

for learning sonnets I dislike by heart

for not appreciating under appreciated art

and days for waiting for the sun to set in the sea


I get a specific number of days

and within does days I have been assigned

an unspecific, unnumbered uncountable amount

of tiny little moments filled with unperfect indefinable

happiness