Frank Sinatra

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 of 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 hearts 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’ll forget her completely – in about a hundred years