When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
And when you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
And when you're gone
All the words I need to hear will always get me through
The day and make it ok
I miss you
Twelve.
Thirteen.
Fourteen.
I stood in front of my desk and crossed out the days on the calendar. It had been 2 weeks since I left him. I grabbed my phone that was lying on the table.
'No New Messages.'
'No Missed Calls.'
I knew he was probably angry with me for leaving him. How possible that he would text or call me? But I was always waiting. Waiting for his text or call. I would carry with phone with me all day and ensure that it was fully charged. During the times when I missed him, I would open the photo gallery to view the one and only phone I had
