I said to myself...
"It's only two weeks,
you'll be ok, you'll see them
soon..."

after two days...

I looked at myself...
I had no reflection:
just some sad lonely person,
empty without emotion.

After 4 days...

I sat by myself...
I had no companion:
just my own strange thoughts,
just some strange contemplations.

After 6 days...

I cried with myself...
I had no real friend:
just me and my tears,
just my memories and fears.

After 8 days...

I lyed in myself...
I had no occupation:
just sleep as my comfort,
and my dreams my drug.

After 10 days...

I looked at myself...
I had no revalation:
just time as my enemy,
just no simple equations.

After 12 days...

I thought to myself...
I had no conversation:
just my mindless groaning,
just my infinate sighing.

After you came back...

I reclamed myself...
I had no bad conversion:
just my unlimited happiness,
just a joyous sensation!

So I say to myself...
"It's been to weeks away from you,
what is it but an eternity?"
 
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