all poemspoem 01 · one day

viedesousou poetry collection

an ordinary day

ordinary is what we call the things we have not lost yet.

One day, you'll miss a day you thought was ordinary. The people who were there. The places you went. The version of you that existed then.

So don't wait for a moment to become a memory before you realize it mattered.

Look at the people in the room today like you might miss them one day, because you will. Notice the ordinary shape of your life right now—the ugly apartment, the boring commute, the friend who calls too often—because ordinary is simply the name we give to the things we haven't lost yet.