A Day Like This

So... I stumbled upon a poem I wrote way back then, but have no recollection whatsoever of writing it. It's a pleasant surprise to find something you once wrote and go "omg did I really write this?!". Not that it's particularly well written or anything, just that to me it's kinda like finding money stashed away somewhere that you've forgotten about, or finding little notes in between old textbooks that you used to write with your classmate when you weren't really paying attention in class. Little discoveries like those, they may not have any bearing in your life right now, but will sure put a smile on your face, and maybe flutter your heart just a little bit.

I can't remember who it was written for when I first wrote it (or if it was for anyone at all), in fact I'm increasingly convinced that it's perhaps not written by me at all, because I can't write like this anymore. But, just for the fun of it, I'll re-post it here, with some minor tweaks.

A Day Like This

November 28, 2005

It’s raining.
I make myself a cup of coffee,
Put on my headphones,
Tune out and close my eyes.

And as I rock in my chair,
I let my mind wander wherever it desires.
On a day like this,
I’m only waiting, and waiting.

It’s sunny.
I grab my car keys,
Turn on the car radio,
Tune out and drive aimlessly on the streets.

And as I admire the view,
I let my instinct take me wherever it pleases.
On a day like this,
I’m only waiting, and waiting.

It’s windy.
I lock up my house,
Hum my favorite tune,
Tune out and walk to the grass-filled slope.

And as I lay down on the grass,
I let my imagination run free, to infinity and beyond.
On a day like this,
I’m only waiting, and waiting.

I’m only waiting for that moment,
Only waiting for that feeling,
Only waiting for you,
Waiting for you to turn around and meet my eyes.

I’m only waiting,
On a day like this.