Zoya's 365 days

I found a calendar in that box with days struck off, month after month. Above every struck off month was the total number of days written, as if she counted each day that went by.

As I flipped further to see where this led to I reached December 25th and there these lines were penned in the margin in Zoya familiar slant:

365 days have gone by since I saw you last. 

365 days since I felt peace wash over my being,

365 days since your scent filled up my senses.

365 days, and I have stopped looking for you,

365 days but I havent stopped wanting you, 

365 days and life has moved,

365 days and the world is still.

365 days and I breathe and I die,

365 days since I have been dead yet I am alive

365 days I've spent with bathed breath, 

hoping to catch a small glimpse while I wander the streets

365 days just waiting to see the wondrous sight of you

365 days waiting to see the sun shine down  your hair

365 days hoping to see the moon light bathe your skin

365 days wanting to see the stars twinkle when I see them in your eyes.

365 days

Hoping and Waiting, 

Wanting and Wasting, 

365 days spent Wilting.

365 days living

while dying!