When my name shall be missing from your ‘frequently contacted’
When you shall search for familiar routes my fingers trod on your body, in vain.
When memories of us must have been erased from your mind.
When you must have moved on with your next.
He will sing better songs than Solomon—the words of his lips shall sweep you off your feet.
He will promise tomorrow,
He will promise the future,
He will be your idea of a perfect partner.
But you will feel incomplete at the center of it all,
For your soul shall wander in search of home, the same home you left in me.
When the time comes.