Come often the days
that I think about her
come often the days
that go like blur.

Come often the days
that I can not recall,
Come often the days
that do not feel so tall.

Come often the days
where the seasons come to pass,
come often the days
that are so precious and fragile like glass.

Come often the days,
yet not often enough,
they will come and go
in a hurry and a huff.

Not enough time
to do as I must,
to say what I need to say,
to the people I trust.

Come often
the Days.