Back To The Normal Days

Coffee in a chipped blue cup

Bus stop bench

Same old rush

Newsstand guy still knows my name

Says

“You’ve been gone

How long this time?”

Same grey coat on the hallway peg

Same three stairs that creak at night

Shoes by the door in a crooked line

Little proofs that I survived

Back to the normal days

Dishes in the sink

Bills on the table

Back to the normal days

Nothing looks special

Somehow I’m grateful

Back to the normal days

Breathing in the ordinary haze

Back to the normal days

And I think I’m gonna stay

Phone lights up

Just work and spam

Mom still calls on Sunday noon

Trash truck roars like a distant band

Playing that familiar tune

I used to chase some brighter scene

Big talk

Big noise

Thin sleep

Now I’m lost in the washing machine

Watching my own clothes tumble and breathe

It’s the burned toast

It’s the late train

It’s the small talk

In the soft rain

It’s your key in the lock

At the end of the maze

Quiet little miracles

Of normal days