If days would have been kinder

If days would have been kinder

It'll let The Sun to rise into the Sunday sky

It'll lower the afternoon temperature 

To give me enough heat to soften my tired muscle

If days would have been kinder

It'll send me taxi drivers

Because it should know that I am wearing my new leather backpack

There is no way I am getting it drenched by the rain

If days would have been kinder

It'll alarm me

"I am being a bitch to day, do not go outside!"

Because there are puddles in the street, and I only have a pair of flats to keep

If days would have been kinder

It'll convince me

That it is okay to stay inside

Because there is no point

Of having to stretching my muscle

when it is cold and wet

when the weather is soft enough for an all-day sleep

If days would have been wiser

It'll tell me

To be kind with myself first

To stay naked underneath the sheet as long as I want to

To resume the missed conversations

About wrong translation

About what I have been, done and thinking of

About the chance of apology and gratitude 

I have been dismissing

For days and months

Rather than letting me punishing, pushing

 This body, this mind

to the edge

all over again