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 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