Numbers
I hate numbers.
You know, I do not like them.
But when you left without bidding farewell on the 3rd day of October, I learned to count the succeeding days with hopes that you'll find your way back.
I witnessed how seconds, minutes and hours gone by without you. I became aware of how many miles from here you might be.
As the dawn broke until the dusk took over, still without your presence, it finally came to me.
No matter how much I try to count my waking days in hopes that I'll wake up with you here,
Your side of the bed will remain empty.
