What would be of a fortnight or two?
If not without you.
They would be but only fireflies
In a forest cursed by night
that glows for a moment
and is then gone.

Just an unconscious blink of an eye
If not without you.

What would be of the thirty blue skies
If not without you?
They would be but
a flower abloom on spring's last day
That withers when it relays its throne to autumn.

Just a stolen moment of sleep
If not without you.

Then, what of the thirty cloudless nights,
though abundant of night lights
and rejuvenated sounds,
If not without you?
They would be but a stranger on the bus
that's gone at the stop.

But you're not here.
And each day
upon the opening of my eyes
to its pretentious slumber,
is an ebb that flows slowly.

What of these days without you?
And such is a day.

All i have are memories
of the comfort of your embrace.
All i have are ideas,
And such is a day
that these memories
of you and me
locked arm in arm
become a temporary reality.

Such is a day.


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