Maybe one day, I can look at the things that now remind me of you

And not think of you.

Maybe one day, I can see or hear your name

And associate it with someone else.

Maybe one day, I can look back at the memories we made together

And not wish they never happened.

Maybe one day, I can joke about being single

And I wont feel a twang in my heart.

Maybe one day, I can see someone who looks like you

And my heart won't skip a beat.

Maybe one day, I won't remember

how your lips felt against mine.

Maybe one day, I'll finally see the word love

And associate it with someone else.

Maybe one day,

But today is not that day.

But everyday is a new day of healing,

So tomorrow may be that day.