Noday

I was told that today was Friday,

but it didn’t feel like a Friday,

it felt like Noday,

but I didn’t know what that meant either.

Friday used to have a special meaning,

the end of the work week

when five o’clock came around,

a time I was always waiting for,

the start of the weekend,

going out to bars,

going out to restaurants,

to movies, to concerts,

and now, Noday was here,

and didn’t know what to do next

other than to continue walking in a daze,

a part of my normal routine these days.