Another day, tick tock.
Sevgilim is still away.
When we talk, all I say is “why am I here, there is no reason for me to be here”
I tell her to come home while she talks about her frustration.
Still another day has come and gone.
But this only matters because of the standard routine.
It is the standard that makes them run away.
For it is not a day but a life.
Which has come and gone in the blinking of an eye.