It was a week,
One after too much pressure,
One after loads of things to do.
It was a week.
Only a week.
One week before the pressure continues.
One week before we face what's more to do.
But one week felt more than a month.
One week seemed like a year:
Full of memories,
Full of experiences.

We filled the week with laughter,
We filled the week with stories.
We filled the week with love.
Who can't help but wait
For the future,
All that we are yet to experience?

I know each of us
Are looking forward
For more days, months,
And years,
We will spend with each other.