Since Your Last Breath

Fifty-nine days, it is just a number

Just like our ages and heights, it is a number

Something that does not exist in space but in theory

It has been fifty-nine days since your last breath

It has been fifty-nine days since you laid down for a nap

As you let sleep take over, it was your time

Death took you somewhere, for I do not know where

All at once I am alone, crying in a corner

I stay in for days at a time, for I cannot bear to leave now that you are gone

I came home and you were not

It does not end, you do not walk through the door

You do not drive me to school, you are gone