7 Years - napowrimo

 

Through seasons, the calendar

keeps on turning. Days drop off

like autumn leaves. Coating the ground

in golden memories.

 

7 years. How can that be?

 

The pages keep turning,

scattering dust memories

into the air, swirling,

they settle like sand

upon our skin.

 

7 years. How can that be?

 

It seems unreal.

I remember that morning

with every sunrise, and will do

for the rest of my life.

When you said goodbye

and we lost our sunlight.

 

The calendar continues to turn.

Days blur into months.

Months into years.

 

But 7 years, how can that be?

 

It seems like only yesterday

when I last saw your smiling face.

That familiar grin, the one that knew

a knockout line was coming.

 

7 years. Man, I have counted

so many tears since that day.

One for every smile that was lost

when the light went away.

 

The calendar never stops.

It doesn’t take breaks,

or park up in service stations

to let time catch up.

 

But 7 years. It just seems unreal.

 

I remember that morning

in so much detail.

So many little pieces

shifting across my glassy eyes.

 

7 years. This news must be fake.

But then, those lakes of tears don’t lie.

 

And the calendar turns its page

every single day and I whisper

to that star in space,

I will miss you,

forever and always.