They say it takes twenty one days
Before an act becomes a habit.
Does it also apply to doing nothing,
To not admitting,
To ache for longing?
Missing our ‘good nights’ and ‘good mornings’
And all our little sweet nothings.
Until when will this silence be?
For I do not know until when can I handle this agony.
Of living a day not having a word from you
That makes me feel bad
That makes me feel so blue.