Another day, another pang that you are afar.

The line compresses the monotony of time and the persistence of longing into a single, rhythmic lament. “Another day” suggests repetition and endurance—each new morning does not heal but renews the ache. The word “pang” frames absence as a sharp, bodily pain rather than a vague sadness, while “afar” heightens the sense of distance and helplessness. Taken together, the sentence reads like a diary-like refrain or a lyric fragment: a speaker marking time by the recurring sting of separation, implying devotion that remains active precisely because the beloved is not present.