Every sunset,

I can’t bear to look at the glittering stars,

As they remind of me of your once-shining eyes,

Every New Year,

I can’t bear to get through the day,

As they remind me how much years I’ve spent apart from you,

Every call,

I can’t bear to get my hopes up,

As I know that it isn’t you calling,

Every Christmas,

I can’t bear to look at the presents underneath the tree,

As I know that you wouldn’t be one of those glorious presents,

Every flower,

I can’t bear to glance at,

As I know that none of them would be from you.

All these thoughts and yet,

It isn’t a matter of what I can’t be with,

It’s a matter of who I can’t be with.