I'll only miss her
When I think of her
And I'll think of her
All the time

Likely I'll spend my days
Hearing her turn a phrase
Things I found hard to praise right now
Would seem sublime

The truth is
I'll only miss her
When some stranger laughs
'Cause it's still her laugh
My heart hears

Maybe in time I guess
The longing will grow the slightest bit less

And there will be moments, yes
When it disappears
I'll bet I forget her completely
In about a hundred years