These past few days, I understood
that it's incredibly hard to pretend
there's happiness in your heart
when you have a heart no more.

You brought it with you when you left
How can I move on if you still have it?
If you're here, there's a favor I would ask,
Kindly please bring it back.

Sometimes
I close my eyes
and open them again
to see no difference

Then I wonder
which part of my day
is more painful to bear
the sleeping or the waking?

When I sleep, I dream
I dream of nightmares
of my past
and of you

When I wake up, I think
there's nothing to do but think
of what I'm doing with my life
and of you.

Now that I think about it
I can no longer tell the difference
between sleeping and waking
for it has always been about you.

One, you make happy,
not *two much, just the right kind
but it's three hundred times more
than I've ever felt befour

Five days later, still hooked with each other
We'd spend six hours talking
for seven days a week, and each day
you never failed to ask if I eight* already

Nine weeks later, "hooked" became an understatement
for we'd spent ten hours talking,
eleven, if it's a weekend. It's a shame though,
we didn't even get past twelve weeks.

But love, did you know?
Yesterday, I survived fourteen days without you
I survived but I'm barely alive and now
I don't know if I can think of another fifteen weeks without you.

Did you know?
I like to count everything.
I like counting every single thing,
especially days.

I find it funny that I used to count
each day we spend together
and in total, I counted
eighty-one happy and gleeful days

Now, I still am counting,
counting the days I spend alone,
counting the days without you
and I am fourteen days in.

Did you know?
I've been counting the days
since we first met
on that fateful night.

Little did I know
that I wasn't counting up,
I was actually counting down
to the day that you leave