I think the worst nights
Are the ones when we
Cry ourselves to sleep.

I said this forty-
seven days ago. Now what
do I truly have?

I no longer think
of what you are doing,
or how you might be.

I suppose that now
I am once again free to
be with anyone.

Forty-Seven days
since I said never again;
It can’t be like this.

A lot can happen
between now and forever;
the days are fleeting.