I wait for the day to come, when all you will be to me, is a distant memory. Right now, I look into my heart, and I grope for you there, in the dark. I grope for the pain, too. I could barely touch it. It is waning. I am healing. I still cry, just cry. I don't lose my breath. I don't lose my mind.
I wait for the day, when all you will be, is a faint sad song. I'll hum along with it, but I won't be familiar with the lyrics anymore.
I wait for the day, when I will forget you. Truly forget you, and all your promises.
I will remember you, yes. I will recall, perhaps, some of the good and bad times. But your voice will lose it's resonance to my heart.
That's what you want, don't you?
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