There are things I will learn to get used to.
That I will have to get used to.
Like on nights like these, for instance-
That when duty calls then,
Well, duty calls.
But there are parts of you I hope for, wish for...
That I hate myself for waiting for.
Because i have learnt that hoping will always leave you just that little bit sadder than you can brace yourself.
And i chide myself, bring myself back to how it's not your fault, not your doing.
And it isn't.
So all I'm left with is the job of packing our blanks into boxes.
And missing you.