104 weeks
728 days
without you.
Knowing that for the last
17,472 hours
I'll never see you again.
never be able to tell you
how much I love you
how much I care
how I wish I could reverse
the last 1,048,320
minutes.
I've wasted so many of them
wishing you were here
that you could fix my pain
like you used to.
But I've outgrown healing kisses.
Instead of the joy you gave me
there's a hole.
gaping, smiling.
wanting me too.
Though all the numbers
and wasted time
keeps piling up,
the only number that remains the same is
One.
The number of times
I need to see you again
before I can die happy
the number of times
I wish I could say I'm sorry
the number of times
I could hug you
hear you say my name
feel you touch my cheek
like you used to.
before that night.
when you said it was perfect.
You lied.
it wouldn't be the last time.
just once.
But once is never enough.
