One day you're gonna miss me. And maybe that day hasn't come. That day doesn't have to be today. It doesn't have to be soon at all. In the cycle of days, you can pack your life so crowded that there will be no room for me.
But eventually there will be a crack to slip through, and there I'll be.
You'll wake up one morning. Or be climbing into bed. You'll be riding in your truck. Cracking open a cold one. You'll be watching your feet leave tracks in the snow or mud. Your phone will go off. You'll be out with someone new.
It doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing. It doesn't matter how long it takes. You're going to think of me. You're going to remember my touch, the way I smiled, walked, cried, danced...
Then you're going to miss how I cared. Miss seeing me. Miss me saying, "I love you." Miss the way my words made you feel. You'll even miss the prickle on my legs when you ran your hands up and down them.
Like old letters I wrote you and things I gave you, the memories of me will spill out from places you didn't know they'd hide.
One day you're gonna miss me.