Seasons of love/loneliness

I woke up with the familiar ring tone I ought to be changing.

"Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes. Five hundred twenty five thousand reasons so dear..."

I thought it was just my mind playing the all-too-familar song... the imagined melody echoing in my ears.

"... Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes. How do you measure measure a year..."

It was your way of summoning me from dreamland. From dreamland to a physical (although it only is an auditory manifestation) experience of you.

When I answered your call, the singing never ceased.

Until it lulled me back to sleep.

Thinking about it now, in my boring, mundane wakefulness, I wish that it wasn't your voice that I heard, but your body I would feel.

Twenty nine days and counting. Will I have enough courage to face this without you?

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I'm here in the office
where in a few meters of determined walking
our haven stands
pristine
without you
or me.

I can hear it crying for us
as I am crying for us.

Come home now.