i don’t know why i wrote it there
but the pen was in my fingers
and i was bored
i just wrote a curvy little 6
no real thinking to it
just a number

just a number

but then
somewhere from the back of my mind
came days
it didn’t look like my handwriting
yet there it was
bright as day on the back of my left hand

6 days

not just a number
so much more than just a number

i was laying on his bed when he got home
it was familiar
something i need
only a minute passed until he asks
6 days until what

until everything changes
until all this comes to an end
until she leaves and i stay
alone
naturally

but i don’t say that
i only moan
and grunt
school

and then hours later
we’re sitting at the table
and its silent until she asks
do you keep a countdown on your hand

god no
of course not
i just wrote it

but i don’t say that
i only umm
and shrug
i guess

i rest my hand in my lap
and look down upon the faded ink
6 days
god 6 days

6 days
it‘s definitely not just a number