Soon
Soon, I shall stop thinking about my days in two time zones.
Soon, I shall stop remembering that you were once my own.
Soon, I shall forget that my heart was entwined with yours.
Soon, I shall forget that our dreams held boundless love.
Soon, I shall put my bedside light out in my own time zone.
Soon, I shall put your picture in my top dresser drawer.
Soon, I shall wake up and not turn to hold you next to me.
Soon, I shall tell my heart that it must have all been a dream.