Seven Days Poem by Ana Sanchez

Seven days goes by like it was yesterday that I saw your truly eyes, Seven days in a stage of phases that neglect your goodbye.

Day one was torture, pictures and sculptures.
Day two tremendous illusion major confusion.
Day three melodies and ring backs of what used to be.
Day four I can feel your aura lingering in my presence your memory is disappearing in my system once and for all.
Day five your face is like hives creeping up on my skin and can't bare the notion of your compulsion.
Day six I'm fixed.smiles and no more pain.
Day seven round it all up, make me feel like i'm in heaven all over again.