It has been exactly 643 days
and I am sick of dreaming of you
every night, just to wake up
to an empty bed in the morning.

I’ll never forget waking up at 3 AM
to realize you were no longer
sleeping next to me.

I still remember the feeling of panic
that overthrew me as I blindly, frantically
dug around in the cold empty blankets,
trying to find the calming touch of your skin
on my fingertips.

No matter how many times
I wash my face,
I can always still see the stains
your tender lips left behind on my skin.

It has been exactly 643 days
and maybe...
Just maybe…
I don't want to forget.