Every day without
you,
feels like waking
up,
from a nice sweet
dream,
of the summer we
spent together,
staring deeply
into this darkness,
of the room and
my dismal future,
Every day without
you,
looks normal to the
World,
it seems unaffected,
always on the move,
it doesn’t know
my state,
How would it?
luckily, it still
has you.
Every day without
you,
feels like
October 2,
yes, love, that’s
the day,
right after my
birthday,
when everything’s
changed back,
from some fairytale
to regular,
These days
without you,
sitting with a pen
you gifted,
writing about
you/trying to,
walking down this
lane, in my head,
that’s clogged
pleasantly by your beauty,
I feel I am
closer to you,
than I ever was; than
I ever will be,
And so I live!
