it would've been a month of voice messages,
delusions, and silly advances.
but on the 26th day,
i'm still on the way.
every time i pass by any train,
or the skies prevent to pour the rain,
26 days of crippling pain,
now numb, hopeless,
yet still a crackbrain.
no one seems to fill the void you left
but they elude me from that silent altercation
you were probably the best choice
even on the 26th day of separation
have you forgotten that fast,
or probably i didn't linger enough?
i should've pressed my nails deeper onto your arms
i should've kissed you against the alarm
maybe if the train ride lasted longer,
maybe if the sunset wasn't purple,
maybe if we didn't dream the ugly denouements,
maybe there would be a 33rd day.