it has been exactly one fifty-five days
one fifty-five days
since you last held my hand
one fifty-five days
since you looked me in the eye
and confessed you loved me too
one fifty-five days
since you asked me
if it is ok to kiss me
i remember how
wine and Richard Marx - my two companions
and sometimes a couple of LIIT
never let me go
when you did
it has been exactly one hundred six days
since you pressed ctrl+alt+dlt
to our memories
and here i am
wondering if those keys will ever do their charm
i remember how
we promised each other
a lifetime of giggles and friendship;
it has been exactly eighty-six days
since you stopped picking
my tearful 3 am calls
and my pleading emails to come back
i remember how
you said you would never let go;
but wait?
you eventually did
it has been exactly fifty-two days
since you decided
'the right thing'
for the both of us
i remember how
our tongues tasted
the cooling
Italian prosecco
as we fought our tears victoriously
it has been exactly thirty-nine days
since i realised
the happiest i have been was when i was with you
those twenty five days of pure magic
(one which you will argue about)
i remember how
our little arguments would
put a sly smile on your face
as your deep brown eyes sparkle
(one which you subtly hide whilst you roll your eyes)
it has been exactly sixteen days
since i realised how
sometimes love stays but people leave
i remember how
your fingers traced me
to where it hurt the most
to love it a little harder
it has been exactly eight days
since i realised how
i would choose you over and over again
just as how you would never choose us or me over and over again
it has been exactly one sixty-five days
waiting for you to kiss me
just one last time
waiting to hear you say
you loved me after all
just one last time
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