days..months...years...

Monday, I’m waiting
Tuesday, I’m still waiting to see
See.. see.. if you’re time
Wednesday, you’re still not here
Neither in the morning, not later
Thursday is also empty
Friday, Saturday, or Sunday
None of the day that I don’t miss you
None of the day that you will come back
To be in our old days
The day that I met you
The day that I was close to you
The day that we held hand
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 billions of our past memory
I never don’t miss you...