Count the days

Like a drum without its beat
A guitar without its strings
And a piano lacking its tunes,
I count the days that go by.

Like a bird without its wings
A tree without its leaves
A sky without its stars
I walk, aimlessly.

Like the earth requiring the sun
A child wanting his mother
An arid land in need of rain
I am in need of you.

Like the eyes dry without tears
And the throat becomes parched without moisture
My days wear on
And my heart hangs heavy, without you.