Most Days
- Shreya Seth
- Oct 14, 2020
- 1 min read
Most days are normal.
Most days my words don't fumble
When I hear your name.
Most days my heart doesn't skip a beat
When your picture passes through my feed.
Most days my smile doesn't falter
When I pass you on the street.
Most days are normal.
Most days I'm fine.
But one of these days
Sitting behind the wheel
Suddenly a song plays on the radio
And there it is pulling me back,
Back to the spring which was
The beginning of blossoms and
The beginning of our end.
Most of the time it seems like life is all about memories.