"One Day" One day I won't look over my shoulder when I leave my room. I won't scan the parking lot looking for your car. I won't get a lump in my throat when I hear your name. Your face won't be the first thing I see in the morning. I won't smell you during the day, Or taste your lips at night. I won't think to tell you when something funny happens. I won't ache all over with loneliness. I won't entertain the "What-ifs...." I won't feel a thing when I see you around town. These bitter, salty tears won't cloud my vision. I won't replay our old conversations. I won't miss you. One day. That day won't be today. It probably won't be tomorrow. But I know that day is coming. And it's the thought of "one day" that gets me through today. I wrote this poem earlier this year. I hadn't thought of it for a while, but I did today. For some reason I felt different
"Ooh Chloe." I'm pretty sure I hear this every day. I think it has to do with the fact that I'm a mess. I'm generally confused about what I'm supposed to be doing. I am quite certain that I am supposed to be writing, so I want to personally invite you to share in my blessed mess - the ups and downs, the laughing and crying, laughing till crying, laughing while crying, and everything in between!