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 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