Days

Donathen my love,
It's days...and more days...and more. It's just many days. Too many days. All days without you. Mornings, noons, nights. Days that make months, months that will end up in years. Some moments, I cannot bear the thought of you. I cannot bear remembering you because of the days. The days that are ahead. The days that are behind. The days without you. All of the hours, and minutes, that make up the days. All. Without. You. All the days without your smile, and your touch, and your wisdom, and your support, and your love. All the days that I will not receive any more of the things you gave. And it hurts bad. It hurts.So bad.