40 days
1 hour ago
Forty days of something and nothing,
Forty days of mays,
Forty days of parting ways;
You are in a war and so do I—
We both suffer from endless destruction,
Us missing each other only enhanced my attachment,
And strengthen your disassociation;
We let our brains do their works,
Yours stucks in the mud water and mine drown in saltiness,
We are both negative, yours just more intense,
And that pushed you harder — away from me.
