Counting
The Days
By
Nathan
Caleb Camerer
1,608
days since the first time I tasted your kiss
9-9 9:40
AM and the sound of my alarm clock takes me back
Getting
up at 6:00AM
Walking
in the cold to the ATM
Trying
to beat the bank to my own money because I’m overdrawn again
Trying
not to wake you up as I crawl back in bed,
But
trying to pull you close to me
Craving
the warmth of your body
Loving
the way you mold yourself to fit mine
1,607
days since the first time I saw you walk away
The
early morning light playing tricks with your eye color
The
gentle swish of your hair in the air as you turned away
Giggling
like children
9-9 10:40
AM and a picture takes me back
Flood
gates open
Drowning
in memories
Memories
of a time when all I wanted was patience and time
Patience
and time for me to be the man you wanted
Patience
and time for my feelings to catch up to yours
Everyday
was an adventure
Everyday
was too short
1,606
days since the second taste of your lips
When
you sleep, do you dream?
When
you dream, do you dream of me?
I
can’t believe you picked me
9-9 12:54
PM Blocking out thoughts of you.
I’m
losing my head
My
pride is burning
My
brain is bleeding
You
hate me today
You’ll
hate me tomorrow
You
hate me in ways hard to swallow
Smoking
cigarettes and burning words
Words
that grab my attention
Words
that I wonder if I could say to you
Words
that I wonder if you could say to me
1,605
days since you said those words to me
Words
about me being the only one for you
Feeling
like we have a connection
Talking
about all the things we have in common
9-9 2:14
PM and you can sell your soul but you can’t buy it back
A
life spent working to give you everything
I
wish you were here
I
wish we could walk and talk in the soft rain
Nothing
left but a picture in a frame
Can
I trade my sympathy for sorrow?
Can
I have you to my own?
I
wish for everything I see
Remember
when your kisses were for me?
So
many wasted days
The
past is hard to get out from under
Words
I wish I could say
The
future crashes like thunder and rattles my bones
It
makes me weak
Looking
for a job in the rain
Déjà
vu
I’ve
done this before
Looking
for something that would make you proud of me
1,597
days since the first time I missed your perfume on my pillow
9-9 2:48
PM and I want you to tell me that you want me
Just
want me
If I
was a winner, I’d cut the cards and deal us a winning hand
Buy
a big house that we could disappear in
Trying
to find words that say what I’m feeling
1,587
days since I heard you say you can’t let go of me
9-9 6:08
PM with a bottle of Smoking Loon Cabernet under one arm,
A
six pack of Newcastle under the other
You’ll
be so happy with my choices,
But
the reality is you’re gone
Still
picking, buying things you would like
1,586
days since it was worth every penny for the first time
9-9 7:25
PM and talking about that constant thorn in our side called “finances”
An
issue for ending things but not the only issue
1,574
days since first talks of passion
Talks
of desire
Discussing
the future
Making
plans
The
sweet sound of laughter
9-9 8:07
PM and it’s the gazillionth time I’ve told the story of us
My
mind won’t shut down
I
can’t stop thinking
So
many woulda, shoulda, coulda’s
So
many what if’s
1,561
days since the first time I missed you next to me in my bed
Missing
you
So
much change in such a short time
9-9 8:22
PM and I’m watching your world from afar
Trying
to be where you are
Secretly
falling apart
Unseen
You’re
strange and you’re beautiful
You
could be so perfect with me, but you can’t see
You
turn every head in the room, but you don’t see me
I’ll
put a spell on you
You’ll
fall asleep and when you wake up, I’ll be the first thing you see
You’ll
realize that you love me
Sometimes,
the last thing you want comes first
Sometimes,
the first thing you want never comes
Waiting
is all you can do
Sitting
in a backyard
Playing
with another’s 4 legged kid
Talking
to another
Memories
of another yard
Memories
of another patio
Memories
of Halloween
1,609 days since the first
taste
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