Monday, I’m waiting

Tuesday, I’m still waiting to see

See, see, see if you are fine

Wednesday, you are still not here

Neither morning nor later

Thursday is also empty

Friday, Saturday or Sunday

None of the day that you will come back to be in our old days

The day that I meet you

The day that we held your 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 billions of our past memory?

I never don’t miss you

A little thing called love