The first day without you goes unnoticed. I drown thoughts of you by surrounding myself with people. Their chatter wins me over. I tuck you in the folds of my mind and keep you for later.
Later is the second day. It is then that I realise what I did. I want to take my words back. Tell you I’ll stay even when being with you is suffocating me. It isn’t easy being with someone that sees you sans pretensions.
Pretensions are for the third day. I’m irritable and unsettled. I walk into a room to pick something and I forget what it is the moment I walk into the room. You were just as forgetful as me, remember?
Remembrance is for the fourth day and forever. This is what must happen. Every word I write from today will be a synonym for my longing.