Its when minutes feel like days and hours like years.
Its when I realize you are not close to me, not within my reach
I sit in anticipation, waiting for your call.
Glancing in every direction hoping to get a glimpse you,
Even though I know you are not round,
And that my hopes are just wishes that will not come true.
Your absence emphasizes your significance
I remember the strolls we took,
How we used to laugh, the conversations we had.
Your voice, your smile.
Our last moments together replay in my head like a broken record.
The small things about you, those I miss the most.
Tensions and frustrations within
The fact that I cant really do much about it.
Time is stagnant. Everything becomes gloomy.
Such only happens when you miss the one you love.