Counting Time

...yet another day goes by...

Each day of the past two weeks
I count to the hour just before
I tell myself that two weeks ago, this day
She would live one hour more
It has been hard for me to deal with
But I guess when I grieve, this is my way
I wake up each day knowing
That I will not hear her voice, or see her face on this day
For only in the confines of my mind
Has its echo and vivid imagery never ceased to exist
So maybe each day that I count the time
Reminds me that it is for this long, without her
I still breathe-- I still live.

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