A time will come
When you will be just a memory
Like an image that has faded
On an ancient photograph
Leaving obscure outlines
Of figures that once shone
In arresting colours of Gold and Blue and Red
And then my heart will not ache like this
As though its valves have been removed
Then my head will be clearer
Of the troubling thoughts you left inside
When we never really got
To resolve anything
Or say goodbye