Vacancy

Right now I can only count
back the days since I have
seen your persuasive smile.
Your vacancy is the origin
of an unknown way to keep
time and in this calendar,
holidays are marked as the times
we conversed about vitality.
Weekends are recognized as
the moments we dispensed
childlike honesty. Sunrises
are marked through as a step
further from the last time
my eyes were drenched
with the view of your face.
Sunsets are blemished by
the space between now
and your return.