By

By tomorrow my eyes will have been dried.
By Tuesday things will start to seem all right.
By next week, no mention of your name.
By next month, life will be more sane.
By March I will not remember who to blame.
By Fall, any feeling left will have died.
By next year I will forget tonight.

Bye.

 


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