Maybe someday I'll forget about you.
Maybe someday it won't hurt so bad and moving on without you will seem like the right thing to do.
Maybe someday it won't feel so bad to lose something I thought was so real.
Maybe someday whoever or whatever runs the universe will show me what my life would have been like if grace would have prevailed.
I live in a little box of space and time. I cannot see the future, or know why things are the way they are.
And maybe someday that will bring me comfort.
But not today.