Some days

Some days
come and go
like waves
Some days,
you work
(the job is fine
you lie through gritted teeth)
Some days
are dull
and slow, so slow
Some days go by
forgotten,
even
Even(!)
as they close
This is your life, you understand?
Your life! Your life!
and so
Some days
you wander
nowhere to go
or,
where to go
just can't

But then,
Some days
you
and a friend
just talk
and talk
and talk
for hours
and the words revive
your weary truth
like cool water on a dusty day
or
your child's love.