Well, it’s unfortunate that over three hundred days are in a year
Because that’s approximately eight thousand seven hundred and sixty hours without you here
And it’s kind of funny, when I witnessed my first shooting star 25 minuets to 2 a.m I was told I was supposed to make a wish
And I did..
I closed my eyes and wished for the ocean to split and however long it took me to walk to you with the detour
Just to lay my head on your chest and feel at peace, not in pieces
And when the wish expired I’d be stuck
But happily.. Stuck with you.