A little thing called love

Monday, I'm waiting
Tuesday, I'm still waiting to see
See...see if you are fine
Wednesday, you're still not here
Neither in the morning, nor later
Thursday is also empty
Friday, saturday or sunday
None of the day that i don't miss you
None of the day that you will come back
To be in our old days
The day that i met you
The day that i was close to you
The day that we held hands
The day that i loved you
The day that i spoke to you
The day that you listened to me
How long it will be like this? I don't know
How many months or years?
How many billions of our past memory?
I never don't miss you