Not a single minute,
Passes briefly,
Without missing you next to me.
Not a single hour,
Flies by,
Without longing,
For you, for us.
Not a single day,
Passes by,
Without memories,
Of your smile.
Not a single week,
Fades away,
Without at least one day,
Consumed by pain.
Not a single month,
Drags on,
Without searching,
For some meaning in some song.
Not a single moon,
Waxes and wanes,
Without some wasted time,
Wishing you were still mine.
