When will I stop missing you?
Will it just vanish like a bubble?
Will I someday wake up to the coolness of morning
And feel that every part of my body
Has finally succeeded to get you out of its system?
Will it be like the peeling off of dead skin cell
To make way for the new ones?
Will it be during the night, while contemplating of my life choices
That I will decide, like a matured person would, to stop choosing you anymore?
Will it be through the numbing pain of knowing
That the church bells are then ringing for you?
Will it be you telling me face-to-face to accept
That your heart no longer wants to be with me?