Waiting . . . .
Monday, I’m waiting for you.
Tuesday, I’m wondering how your are
Wednesday, even morning or afternoon you don’t come
Thursday, still you are not here.
Friday, Saturday or even Sunday, no single day that I don’t miss you.
But, there is no day that you will come back to our old day.
The day I met you, the day we are close, the day we hold hand together. The day I love you, the day I told you, the day you listen to me.
I don’t know how long it’s gonna be ( how many months or years)
Ten thousand millions of memory that I have, I always miss you.
January is so long. February is passing. March is still no hope.
April is so frustrated. May is painful. June is so empty.
I don’t know how long it’s gonna be ( how many months or years)
Ten thousand millions of memory that I have, I always miss you.
I'm Miss. RKA ;;)