Ordinary Days

Tonight feels like something I'll understand much later. I thought it was just another ordinary day. Somehow, it's still the first one I think about. I don't remember what we talked about. I remember not wanting to leave. I don't remember the taste of your coffee. Just how long we'd let it go cold. I think I was happier in moments I barely noticed. Some days didn't seem to end... ...until I said goodbye to you. Nothing felt special while it was happening. Maybe that's why I still think about it. I wish I'd known which ordinary moment would be the last. I only learned to value those ordinary days once they were gone. Maybe I kept waiting for another evening like that. Sometimes I wonder how many ordinary days ended without knowing they mattered. Maybe we're only borrowing the moments we'll miss the most. Nothing felt special while it was happening. Maybe that's why I still think about it. Goodnight...