I don't want to have a day like this.
I miss you.
I miss you everyday, but today I can feel the space.
My fingers feel spread apart;
they were once glued to yours.
I can hear an echo of the music
you were supposed to make for me.
I became myself,
and I found the part of me I can never leave.
Melancholy is who I am,
and with you is who I want to be.
But I'll just have to wait and see-
I won't have a day like this,