I can count down the days on my fingers.
Down to each hour we spent apart.
Each teardrop wasted in your name.
Every letter I wrote and torn.
Six winters without your cuddles
Six summers without your laugh
Six storms without your shoulder
Six years of broken heart.
I don't recall an angry argument.
Or issue unresolved.
No fights or quarrels or abuses
That we hurled across.
Six winters worth of tears
Six summers in the dark.
Six storms tormenting inside
Don't know how long it will last.