How Many?

How many days is it, how many?
I’ve asked myself since you’re not here
I reject to know but it feels
Like it’s hundred years
How many nights I cannot sleep — I am awake
But yet I go astray in dreams
I wander on the stars
I’ve got even permission beyond time boundary
How many moments I don’t think of you
Perhaps the one or just the half
How many emotions which make me chill
I would slip on that ice
How much emptiness until your return
In my reply I’ll be lost for good