The clichés of my day


I wish I had those mornings again 
Waking up to your voice
The sweet nothings
Before rushing to the noise

I wish I had those afternoons again
Breaking the clutter with your call
Asking how the day goes…
Including every detail… big or small!

I wish I had those evenings again
Walk by beach 
Hair catching the breeze
Talking what did the day teach!

I don’t wish however for the nights again
Because darkness it got into lives
Because departure it does remind...
When I lost you and my mind…