607
by Ruiz
Six hundred and seven.
Six hundred and seven days since I saw her. Six hundred and seven nights since I last heard her voice. Six hundred and seven dawns since I lost her. Six hundred and seven sunsets since she disappeared into the dark. Six hundred and seven days since I could not stop what I did.
Six hundred and seven times replayed in dreams. Six hundred and seven times I saved her while I slept. Six hundred and seven times I awoke to discover, in truth, that I never had.
Six hundred and seven failures. And finally, one success.