Seven hundred nights
I sleep alone
And I know for sure that some people
Who I know
They sleep 700 nights
with someone
.
And those people who sleep together for 700 days
Does the existence with someone hurt them as much
missing someone
hurts me
Are they used to it
Did they every night
From 700 nights
say
Thank you
Like I wondered every night
Why
.
And would I like you
more
If you were there
each of those 700 nights
In this way your absence
Created a fictional man
Who kisses the best
Who listens the best
Which fits best into maybe
In the whole wide world
And that maybe sounds so good
That it turns 699th night
Into this seven hundredth
.
In the end
although I know many people
Who 700 days sleep together
On the same bed
Do all those
someone else’s love
look better
From 700 nights
Without you
