Seconds

When I wake up, I face my anguish. Going through the long, dragging seconds. Seconds, that do not include you at my side. Seconds, that do not include you talking to me, or I talking to you. Seconds, where I sit alone in front of the TV, watching, but not seeing, what we used to see together. Seconds, where I keep on glancing at where you used to sit. Seconds, where I have so much to say to you, but no longer can. Seconds, where my arms ache to hold you, but instead they hold faraway memories. Seconds, where I long to see you by my side, but instead see shadows of your existence. Of you.