sjsprWriting

They keep saying it will get easier.

When? Tomorrow? In four months,

when you're finally back?

What am I supposed to do,

for 24 hours, for four months?

Spend my days thinking of you?

Thinking of all those moments,

those days, those nights,

those hours, those seconds,

your kisses, your touch?

You keep saying you love me

Until when? Tomorrow? Forever?

Until you meet someone else,

someone who distracts you,

from that love you left back home?

What am I supposed to do,

find someone else as well?

Someone I know could never

come close to those moments,

those days, those nights,

those hours, those seconds,

your kisses, your touch?

I keep saying I'll be okay

When? Tomorrow? In four months?

I don't know. I'll never know.

All I know is that right now

all those moments,

those days, those nights,

those hours, those seconds,

your kisees, your touch

are nothing but memories.