The day-count doesn't matter.

Because maybe it’s not your heart screaming.
It’s just one small, shocked whimper echoing in the emptiness.

Maybe it’s not the lack of love.
It’s that love can be so quickly redirected.

Maybe it’s not the nightmares of being held by him.
It’s that someone else lives in those arms.

Maybe it’s not the things left unsaid.
It’s that the things said are whispered to someone else.

Maybe it’s not that he doesn’t love.
It’s that if such deep love can change its mind then any love can. And every love will.

Maybe it’s better to just be alone.