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 a 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'll bet I forget her completely
In about a hundred years