One of these days…
One of these days…
When I can face the day without the thought of you clamoring through the numb vacuum of my being.
When your face no longer haunts me in the darkness of the room nor in the stillness of the empty nights.
One of these days…
When I can cease to live in reverse from morn till eve.
When I can listen without pain to the music that reminds
me of you.
When the echoes of your songs nor the roar of your laughter
cannot reach my slumber.
One of these days…
When I can watch how darkness devours the earth without seeking your face in the dark.
When I can no longer hear your voice in the noise of the disco crowd.
When my heart never throbs wildly at the familiar sight of you
One of these days…
When nothing can remind me of you.
When I can endure to be alone on the shore; hear the music
of the sea as the waves dash and kiss the shore without
feeling your cold hand at the touch of the cool breeze.
Without seeing your shadow among the palm trees swaying to
the whistle of the wind.
One of these days…
When the memories of you need not be a gnawing mental
torture.
When I can muster the will to cast you from my memory.
When I can dream of the future without the vision of you.
When I can tell myself that you were but a passing wind
Then and only then…
Can I truly love and toss away love in the air
BUT…
Not yet
Not now
When everything is too foggy
My eyes are still misty
My heart is still giddy with the thought of you
Too obstinate to change or to feign
Still clinging to the dreams that will never come true
