Fourteen days of
pain and agony
Two weeks of
sadness and melancholy

Today marks the fourteenth day
of me living without you
of me still thinking about you
and of me haunted by you

I'd be lying if I said I am not counting
the days since you bade farewell
for each day spent without you
is a day spent unwell

We were the very definition
of "Ill met by moonlight"
for it was an unfortunate mistake
of life to bring you and I alight

We weren't meant to meet that night
but somehow, life put that into light
thus, friendship blossomed
new, fresh, and fond

In the end,
for you perhaps
we were the definition
of Shakespeare's renowned quote

But I did not regret meeting you
for you introduced me to a better world
a world with you in it
but now a world without

Last night, before I close my eyes, my heart whispered me something. It told me to love you endlessly.

My lids finally shut as I lull myself to the thought,
           *"I will. And I always will."

I had a dream about you again
A dream about you returning
A dream about you staying
A dream. It's only a dream.