There will come a day when, without knowing, I forget
What it feels like to not regret
Going silent instead of saying exactly
What was going through my mind, that we
Were worth more of a fight than either of us spoke aloud.
There will come a day when a leathery scent
Doesn’t trigger the torment
In my gut of a distant memory, holding your hand
As I watched each of my tears land
Silently in my lap and wondered if yours were ever true.
There will come a day when I am whole again.
When I don’t reach for you on instinct and then
Find you missing, the vacant space
As empty as the look on my face
After realizing your heart was never mine.
Today is not that day.
