Music is all I need

It's been three hundred and sixty three days since I've heard your voice.

It's been nine years and eleven days since we've brought you home.

It's been three hundred and sixty four days since you've been sitting behind me while I tried to somehow get a cute picture of the both of us. I didn't succeed. But I still have those pictures and I'm glad I decided to keep them.

Tomorrow you will not pick up the phone to call me. I won't heard your voice and I won't receive a letter.

They will not pick you up. They will not tell you to cuddle me more than on every other day. I won't wake up to your face.

Instead I will wake up in an empty bed and a silent phone that I know won't ring.

I remember waiting in an empty hallway for you to come and hug me tightly. I never imagined it would be like this so soon.

Tomorrow I'll have to say hello to a year I've never invited in.