A Warning to Myself

Lonely girl,
do you hear the quiet song?
The one that you loathe
The one that refuses to end
The one that croons
until you fall asleep?

Don’t fret,
it will end when he arrives.
His harmonious chorus
will serenade your heart.
You will hear soft violins
that are played by his presence.

Happy girl,
do you hear a different song?
The one you love
The one you wrote with him
The one you sing together
until you fall asleep?

Don’t fret,
you won’t get sick of it,
no matter how many times
you listen to the same melody.
The masterpiece you composed together
is now your favorite song.

But poor girl,
he might forget the words,
He might silence those pretty violins
with his absence.
You will begin to hear the quiet song you detest -
Again, loneliness hums
until you fall asleep.

Silly girl,
Now you know
even the most beautiful songs have an ending.