I’ll only miss her, when I think of her
And I’ll think of her, all the time
Likely I’ll spend my days - hearing her turn of
phrase
Things I found hard to praise - right now, would
seem sublime
The truth is...
I’ll only miss her, when some stranger laughs
’cause it’s still her laugh - my hearts hears
Maybe in time - I guess, the longing will grow,
the slightest bit less
And there will be moments - yes - when it
disappears
I’ll bet I’ll forget her completely - in about a
hundred years