Apart from you
is torture—
Ten days
stretch like ten winters,
clocks dragging their feet
through empty rooms.
My computer glows
with your name,
a small sun
I orbit all day,
waiting
for your voice
to cross the miles.
I press myself
into my pillow
and breathe in,
imagining its you.
I'm
counting heartbeats
instead of hours.
Soon
this ache will soften
into your arms again—
but tonight
the sky feels bigger
than it should,
and all I can think is:
ten days
is far too long
for one heart
missing another.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 7:00 PM UTC
Apart from you
is torture—
Ten days
stretch like ten winters,
clocks dragging their feet
through empty rooms.
My computer glows
with your name,
a small sun
I orbit all day,
waiting
for your voice
to cross the miles.
I press myself
into my pillow
and breathe in,
imagining its you.
I'm
counting heartbeats
instead of hours.
Soon
this ache will soften
into your arms again—
but tonight
the sky feels bigger
than it should,
and all I can think is:
ten days
is far too long
for one heart
missing another.
