Healing

Maybe some day soon, I will change my bed sheets,

because it won't matter if I cant find the scent of you in them anymore,

and my bed will no longer be empty,

because it's big enough for just me,

and someday soon even songs will just be

words

to a

beat

that I know

that my body moves itself to,

and not memories intertwined around our bodies,

maybe your name will just be a name,

and not a password

a hushed secret on my lips.

One day my eyes will not sting,

and my heart will beat again.

One day, a day will feel like just another day,

and the morning will not be a lion in a cage of cotton,

and the night a lump in my throat.