Not just another day I sit and look out my window I remember the first day I met you the first laughs we had together.NOT just another day, it was that day that we were serendipity to be there at that moment. Every day I wonder if I hadn’t met you would I have had a life like I’ve had these years and I can’t seem to have an exact answer but one thing for sure is it’s NOT just another day where I’m wondering how you could be gone. I’m struggling to decide to pack your things let the dust gather on the boxes, I can still smell the scent of your cologne in adrift through the house. The little things i'm missing feeling deprived of your touch the way you made me smile my heart is longing for you I slowly feel the warmth of love descending down my cheek my life is NOT just another day but only proof of how I have to live with out you. the blood in my chest feels heavy as if barricaded from love as I sit on the cold silk satin sheets we picked out together I close my eyes and rub my hand through my long brown stringy oily hair and my tattered clothes worn out like my mind. NOT just another day my body is wretched feeling old and looking pale, my face feels wrinkled and stiff, my eyes blood full with sorrow. With no more time to drift I open the drawer that use to be yours and withdraw the beauty of time .The silver statue cold almost feels like ice, I open the chamber to observe the qualities of its attributes. The only thing I had left is gone NOT just another day for me I sit and look out my window and for the first time in a long time I feel you with me as the statue blows out the light for eternity.