Andrew Maz

Someday
You’ll finally be a memory
A thought
A silhouette
Of another time

Someday
I’ll barely recall
Your touch
The heat from your lips
The taste of your flesh
As you pull away from me

Someday
I’ll forget your laughter
Your smile
Your voice
Your eyes

Someday
I’ll no longer remember
Running my fingers
Down your spine
Past your legs
To the edges of you

Someday
I’ll stop waking up
Thinking of you
Felling the pain

Someday
You
Like the others before
Will cease from the present
Only to become
A fading image
In a book
Full of yesterdays