It’s been a week.
How is it only a week.
I feel empty.
Without you .
I could just call .
I could just turn up at your door.
But this utter desperation is addictive.
The thrill of tomorrow will come.
When you’re smile , your touch will make the world disappear.
Then the countdown begins.
For the next seven days .
Til it’s been a week .
How is it only a week