one day the color of her hair
will not apear on every
golden autumn tree.

One day the sound
of her laughter.
will not set my heart
beating like a
hummingbirds wings.

One day I will awake
and not feel for her
on the other side of the bed.

One day I will have
no more tears left
to shed over her.

One day not quite now
she will be a faint memory
one I will feel with indifference.

One day not today or tomorrow
I will stop loving that woman
who did not deserve it
to begin with.