Roll the Way Down

One day, the day you died will pass and I won't think about you.
One day, the day before the day you died will pass
And I won't wish I had done more, done something.
I have to think that is true.
I have to tell myself that it won't hurt every year until my death.

One day, I'll draw a line in the sand and will never cross it.

It's not today, and I know it's not tomorrow.

But maybe one day.

One day, I'll stop hating mangoes and I'll not cringe when I hear the word "agent."
One day, I'll stop having dreams about you and stop pining to hear your voice again.
One day, I'll internalize the forgiveness that I've logically afforded you since you left me here.
One day, but not today, or tomorrow.