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 heart hears

Maybe in time I guess the longing will grow the slightest bit less
And there will be moments yes
When it disappears I bet I’ll forget her completely
In about a hundred
In about a hundred years