It’s been days now. You haven’t called, or texted, or walked through that front door.
It’s been days now, and I haven’t heard your voice. I haven’t felt your hands on my skin, nor have I felt your arms wrapped around me.
It’s been days now, I can’t remember ever feeling this alone, surrounded by people I don’t know in our home. I never noticed how big our flat was, without you in it.
It’s been days now, how could you do this to me? How could you leave me here? How could you?
It’s been days now since I stood up at that podium, and tried to explain how much I love you, and looked across at you laying still and knew they would never understand.
It’s been days now, since I collapsed, and no one noticed.
It’s been days now, and for every one of them, I’ve gone to visit you there.
It’s been days now, and I miss you so much. I miss your smell; I miss everything I ever took for granted.
It’s been days now; I know you’re watching over me.
It’s been days now, but I’ll be seeing you soon.
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