Some Days

Some days are better than others
Most days, I am at peace
My mind is clean and living in the present
Some days I look back, look forward
But I strive to just be
And breathe and exist fully in the moment

Sometimes in the quiet, the longing appears
Sometimes I can attach it to a person
Someone that is no longer in my life
Or present in my days
But sometimes I cannot assign it
Sometimes there is just longing

Perhaps for a life I want
Or a feeling I miss
Or someone I am fated to meet
Perhaps a prior existence
Or life in the cosmos

The day is good and fine
But the longing is present
And on days like that
I can firmly say
Some days are better than others