Counting The Days Poem by Nur Meiyati

Counting the days
Before the time of your flight back to your country
June
July
August
Three weeks
How time passed by
The nearer of the due date of your leaving
The more miserable were my days

I did not dream often in my sleep
But one night I was dreaming
I was in a very quiet place I could not recognize
Nobody was there
Only me
Then I saw you walking in the distance
I knew it was you
But you did not see me
I called you but you did not hear me
Then you disappeared
I was all alone
I shouted but nobody heard me
Then I realized that no voice came out of my mouth
I woke up
Sweating
I began to sob
But trying not to make any sound
Did not want anybody to know my sadness
The days of misery