Both clocks in my room agree upon the time.
That we are twenty six minutes into the new day.

It is darker inside my room than out.

Another full day without you is over as another begins.

In a few hours I will waken to feel slightly less pain than today, which was slightly less than the day before. A cycle which will repeat until I can tolerate the emotions with which I have been left.

It’s a week since the cracks appeared. Five days since we shattered.

My pain is slightly less on this sixth night, but my longing for you is as strong as it was.

Your voice, your eyes, your hand in mine, still vivid in my thoughts.

Everything I loved about you is everything I love about you, and I love everything about you.

In thirty six hours we will have been apart a week. A week which has been as much a moment as an eternity. You are as close to me as you are distant.

I would do anything to hear your voice, to look into your eyes, to have your hand in mine. But I know this may never be.

By twenty nine minutes into the new day I will be asleep, and soon I will rise for my sixth day without you. Until some day, when I can look back and smile as I remember you. Even when the clocks agree that another day has passed without you.