My Week Without You

Sunday I cried
Monday I died
Tuesday I realized it wasn't that hard
Wednesday I lived my life
Thursday the money made me cry and I wished that you could have been here so that I could have spoken with you
Friday it got worser
Saturday I wanted you to come back home to me
Sunday I waited for you
Monday you came

I wrote this poem when one of my friends were away for a week...

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