It has almost been a month

I will be enduring seventeen more

And I felt I was making it

I was strong, for you never left my thoughts

Yes I am strong and I will make it

But being constantly strong poisons me

I want to be weak and curl up somewhere

And wait for your calming touch and give me rest

But I know it will not be now

Not later, not tomorrow

It will be for a while without certainty

And uncertainty kills me slowly