Seems like it wasn't long ago
That you said you'd be away for a little over a week.
Even though I really didn't want you to go,
But I knew I couldn't be selfish and should never show that I was weak.
I knew it was important to your future, a future that you desperately need.
But, I also knew that I would miss you terribly, terribly indeed.
So I wrote down all my feelings in a silly little poem;
A poem that you could read when you finally came home.
On the very first day that you were away,
It wasn't too difficult to tell myself that everything would be okay.
The sun would go on shining
And I could surely go on smiling.
On the second day that you had gone away,
I realized that I'd never gotten a chance to say,
A chance to tell you to come home to me, please.
Please come back safely, quickly, and in one piece.
Saturday was only the third day that you were away.
Yet, it proved to be by far the hardest and toughest day, I must truly say.
It had always been the only day of the week that I got to hold you tightly next to me.
Without your sweet, loving presence this week, my life seemed extremely empty.
On the fourth day that you had gone away,
It was a bright, sunny, and beautiful day.
Even the birds were chirping happily outside my window.
Yet, I didn't share any of their happiness; all I felt was loneliness and sorrow.
On the fifth day that you were away,
How I secretly wished that you had instead chosen to stay.
I tried to cheer myself up by wearing the bright color: pink.
It didn't take me long to realize that my ability to feel happy had been completely flushed down the sink.
On the sixth day that you had gone away,
It was a cloudy, gloomy, and rather unpleasant day
The weather finally revealed what I truly wanted to say.
"The sun in my world had gone into hiding since the moment your plane flew away."
On the seventh day that you were away,
I woke up praying for a normal day.
However, another day without you was such a misery
That all I could manage was to drag myself around like a lifeless, soul-less body.
On the eighth day that you had gone away,
I really didn't know what else I could possibly say.
It seemed like longing and yearning had driven all my words away.
The only thing I could think of was...one more day!
Finally, today is the last day that you are going to be away.
How I wish to rush through the hours and have it quickly become the next day.
Because tomorrow is going to be another Saturday,
Another Saturday that I will be again in your arms, a place where I wish to forever stay.
