It seems as though we humans
Only remember the days of
Important occurrences.
It was Wednesday when I told you
How lonely I really was
And it was a Monday when I said
I really didn't love him anymore.
Friday we took a test
I'm sure I failed because Thursday
I did not study.
But I don't remember the specific
Day you said hello to me
Or the day I aced that Spanish test.
Saturday I saw you outside of
School and you smiled at me
Butterflies.
I remember the days of things
That are obtuse but also acute
When we made eye contact,
And my sisters birthday.
I guess this is good
I don't want to struggle
Connecting dates and times
To special moments.
Everything I remember
And everything I remember specifically,
Are special moments
Whether they are tragic
Or lovely.