In Ten Years' Time

I’ll walk into that bookstore and not be haunted by frayed threads Clinging to my sleeves Entangling its existence to yours I’ll stumble across the photos and my eyes will not flit away Avoiding the truth That you existed at all I’ll drive that road With no wince at the thought of you And the house no longer a home Almost as familiar to me as my own I’ll feel warm when someone asks after You Not as though I’ve been drenched In cold black water flavored like bitter lemonade In ten years time, I will remember you fondly Having let go of your memory’s corpse And tasted the good in goodbye