Que Tiempo es?

I haven't taken your sweatshirt off in three days, and it still smells like you. I'm worried that if I take it off, even for a second, it will no longer carry the scent that has comforted me for so long. I know it is illogical to believe that the smell could leave in one second,
but you did.
Since then, time has become a slow crawling concept I can no longer comprehend. I had never measured time in weeks.
I've measured it in time between our kisses and our late night phone calls. The distance between hearing your laughter and feeling your arms around me.

Yesterday someone asked me what day it is, and I had no idea. I had been so intertwined with my love for you that I forgot that days existed.

All I know is that you're gone,


I no longer know anything.