Monday I’m waiting.
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, Saturday or Sunday.
None of that day that I don’t miss you
None of that day, that you will come back to be in our old days.
The day that I met you.
The day that I was close 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 year?
How many billions of our past memories?
I never don’t miss you.
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