Sep 7, 2018 · 1 min read

When will it be time
That I enter a store front
In a tourist town
And I don’t instantly think about what you would love from here
When will it be time
That I stop finding something that was yours
In my possions
And I don’t think about why it found it’s way through two moves with me since I’ve lived with you
When will it be time
That when people talk about their long term partners
And the habits they have
And I don’t remember the way you drank coffee, and how you fixed your hair, and how you always cleaned the kitchen and kissed me goodbye every morning
When will it be time
That my heart finally fully heals
And my head stops spinning at your name
And I don’t think of you.
