One Day

"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 today. When I stepped outside, a sting in my heart that I had come to expect, didn't come. The nervousness in my walk disappeared. The flow of memories, that had slowed to a trickle, had completely stopped. Maybe today is my "one day" that got me through an hundred yesterdays.