remember someone

monday, i’m waiting
tuesday, i’m still waiting to see
see..see.. if you are fine
wednesday, you’re still not here
neither in the morning not evening
thursday is also empty
friday or saturday or even sunday
none of those days that i don’t miss you
none of those days will be like the old days
the day that i meet you
the day that i was close to you
the day that we held hands
the day that i loved you
the day that i spoke to you
the day that you listened to me
how long it will be like this? i don’t know
how many months or years?
how many billion of our past memory?
i will never not miss you