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 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 complete ly
In about a hundred years