Someday this watch

Will just be a thing

The band on my finger

Will just be a ring.

Someday your letters

Will lose their meaning

And our love song,

Easier to sing.

Someday this room

Will stop smelling like you

And I’ll forget

The things we used to do

Someday I won’t care

And believe that it’s true

A few days, a month

A year, or maybe two.

Someday I’ll be in our spot

And feel no pain

Maybe I’ll go out

To play in the rain

I will lie in the grass

Where you are lain

And write a poem

Of a love in vain.