said a wistful girl's status today, and it reminded me of something I wrote one lonely, longing night.
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I wonder what it will be like
the moment I stop missing you
if it ever comes
will it wash over me all at once
like a tidal wave surging towards the shore
carelessly erasing all the patterns in the sand
or will it creep up slowly
like the way I grew to love you?
perhaps I'll be eating my breakfast one day
and won't remember the way you like your eggs
or I'll stand in front of the mirror
and realise I've forgotten the colour of your eyes
maybe I'll wake up one morning
and you won't be the first thing on my mind
I’ll sit down to write you a letter
And the words won’t spill out of my heart onto paper
like they always do
Maybe I’ll be
walking along, singing
And I won’t
hear your voice echoing along
Perhaps for a second, my hands will feel strangely
empty
but I'll shake off the winter chill
and cling to the warmth of new memories
I wonder
will pieces of you drift away slowly
lost
as the spaces between are filled with people and
places
that I don't even know exist yet?
but most of all, I wonder what it will be like
the moment you stop missing me.
