I wish I knew the exact moment,

So I could mark it in my calendar,

And count down the days,

On both hands and feet.


See I've been doing my best,

But I'm running out of appendages,

And still not a damn thing has changed.


I still walk the same roads,

And think the same thoughts,

Say the same words,

Minus half a heart.


The sun rises and sets,

Black, Pink, Orange, Blue,

Again and again,

And I'm still not over you.


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