I swear there will come a day
When his voice doesn’t prompt your head to turn,
Heart pounding and insides dancing.

You’ll wake up one morning
To find the world bleak and greying.
You’ll see the ghost of him
in the clouds
And smell his scent
on your shirts,
But one day the sadness will get bored,
And one day, it will no longer hurt.

But the most beautiful thing will be
To find that you accidentally
left the door open and
With your back turned, in will walk
A guest with a smile and outstretched hand.
The moment you touch his skin and meet his eyes
You’ll be surprised to find yourself once again
Under pink skies.

Then you will think back and smile happily
At him, who once hurt you so painfully.
The morning spring will kiss your heart
And with a smile,
you will find
the strength to part.