21 Hours

Hour one: I hang up hang up the phone, and prepare to be alone. Hour two: My joy fades, your light dissipates, and your presence escapes. Hour three: Your voice still rings through my head, I find impossible to sleep in this bed. Hour four: I put an end to this day, and pray I won't fade away. Hours 5-13: I dream of you, and everything you do. Hour fourteen: I wake up, and make up my mind. Hour fifteen: In my mind I decide, what to leave out and what gets buried inside. Hour sixteen: I remember everything that's said, as my soul feels numb if not dead. Hour seventeen: Your face is all I see, but it's coming across oh so clearly. Hour eighteen: I tell myself it's all in my head, you're fully alive, not dead. Hour nineteen: The smell of roses reminds me of you, and the sweet smell accompanying you. Hour twenty: My anticipation builds, waiting for that time my heart becomes filled. Hours 21-24: My hearts at ease, minds at peace, 'cause your voice is such a sweet release. Hour one. I begin remembering the feelings felt, preparing for another 21 hours by myself.