Everyday,
I miss you a century more than I did the day before,
Even though fact is,
it’s been nothing compared to a century
since you’ve been gone.
But, oh, does everyday feel longer than the one before!
I’ve lived a million sorrow-years and
every single second was spent in either
smothering longing,
crippling guilt,
haunting remorse,
yearning nostalgia,
firing anger,
or pure helpless pain..