come and go

my days come and go 
a day comes and goes 
comes and goes a day 
where my perfect perspective 
of that day lay in my brain to remember, fondly 
but my perspective… a single perspective 
one of billions of perspectives
comes and goes
my single point perceiving the day as it changes, 
my day comes 
and my single perspective sees the day 
then the day goes 
it’s interesting, and entirely possible 
there’s been a day, where everyone 
lay and wait, for the day to come
and it comes and goes 
and no one notices, maybe they notice 
but make no notation 
a nothing day
truly 
and that day would come and go 
even if no one were to write or paint about it 
even if they were too
it comes and goes the same