I'll Only Miss Him When I Think of Him

I'll only miss him when I think of him

And I'll think of him all the time

Likely I'll spend my days hearing his turn of phrase

Things I found hard to praise, right now, would seem sublime

The truth is

I'll only miss him when some stranger calls and laughs

'cause it's still your call, it’s still your laugh my heart hears

Maybe in time, I guess, the longing will grow the slightest bit less

And there will be moments, yes, when it disappears

I'll bet I forget you completely

In about one hundred years