Although the sun was up My thoughts were grey Shes gone again Not for long, But then! A week without her is a week without air the tightening of My chest because they day before was blessed All I have is Me and four walls My stare is laid bare with the numbing sound of clinking whiskey glasses to hide My sorrow and fear that Shes seven days away from here time is not distance only the moon and stars can get You closer to the day no matter how far You travel or want it to come shes only here again after seven signs of light and seven shades of night But I'm used to this, I know whats to come The night we fall asleep when I'm scared of the sun Maybe a peaceful death can save us from the morning when smiles turn to tears and our hearts are in Mourning! See You next week S.