Tuesday, I’m still waiting to see..
see, see, if you are fine,
Wednesday, you’re still not here.
neither in the morning, nor later.
Thursday is also empty,
Friday or saturday or even Sunday,
None of the day that I don’t miss you..
None of the day that you will come back to be in our old days.
The day that i met you,
The day that i was closed to you,
The day that we held hands,
The day that i loved you,
The day that i spoke to you,
The day that you listened to me,
How long it will be like this? i don’t know.
How many months or years?
How many billions of our past memory?
I never don’t miss you....