One day,
Where could you be?
Anyone else, i still could not see.
One day,
You did not show up,
All i can think of is the emptiness of each cup.

Three days,
Any traces and bits of you, there is still no sign
My longing for you is potent, my longing is no longer benign.
Three days,
I see each friend of yours coming in and out,
I yearn for you to follow their consistent route

Seven days,
I try and try to really comprehend
Why i feel something you do not even send
Seven days,
I begin to notice them, the people we both know
I am starting something, i am starting to sow.

Ten days,
In my mind, things become clear
That it has come to life, my revenant fear.
Ten days,
I am in pursuit of my belongings you took with you
But do i really want them back? Or for you to get a clue.

Eleven days,
Where have you gone?
Was i just imagining you? Are you just a faun?
Eleven days,
Will you ever come back?
'Cause though they do not see, i see the walls start to crack

Weeks and weeks,
I tell myself hope is just a fancy lie
The last rhyme is frustrating, the last rhyme makes me cry.
Weeks and weeks,
Hope is a twisted but beautiful trick,
It shows you the light, it makes you feel sick.