Will the longing pass?
I mention you in passing,
Not in spite,
Or sadness,
But in genuine thoughtfulness,
And I suppose thoughtlessness,
I mention your name,
In things we used to do,
Or things that reminder me of you
I think I speak of you,
Like a loved one who passed,
Only care and missing,
I don\'t speak of you,
to make you return,
Or for the sake of it,
To bring up your name,
I just miss you,
I wonder if they\'ll be a day when your name doesn\'t cross my mind,
Is this a good day?
Will I celebrate in joy once I realise and remember?
Or will it be a sad reminder,
Of what I\'ve lost,
Or a sad reminder,
That maybe I don\'t miss what I\'ve lost,
As I once did,
But for now,
I miss you,