the final words that you had uttered,
cling onto me as my heart fluttered.
    “thank you so much!”, you stuttered,
  my heart leapt, for i was flattered.

     now that seven days have hurtled by,
       and i hadn't had a chance to say goodbye.
   i couldn't help but to sigh,
     so i wrote this piece as a small reply.

             as soon as the curtain was drawn,
     i realised i had started to fawn.
                 i stayed up until the crack of dawn,
       listening to your songs and suppressing a yawn.

   the days after felt particularly empty,
          even though i had looped the song “twenty”.
     the feeling in my heart was still empty,
  even after looking at images of you aplenty.

          it was terribly obvious that something was missing,
     my thoughts just had to do a little fishing.
            my mind was no use, for it kept dismissing,
         my heart knew better, for it was reminiscing.

       two days ago i found out what was missing of mine,
    i don't know why it took long, it was such a telltale sign,
           i was on cloud-nine, and it was so divine,
                    i had realised i was missing my sunshine.