It'd be a lie to say
that I am counting the days
because I am not.
I'm not crying
as I thought I would.
I knew I'd have to go back.
It feels just as bad
as I thought it would.
Talk to me,
one glance,
I'm waiting
for something that won't come.
I'm not waiting
for time to run out,
it already has.
I've half forgotten why
it is so important in the first place
but it feels important nonetheless.
