Flypaper

& One day
you'll look up from your music
& your mirror & your hands.
From my stolen notebooks.

& One day
you'll look up & look around.
& Say,
"Huh"

"Huh"
you'll say.
"Huh, I wonder where she went?"

& that day, you won't miss me.
I know.

Not that day.

But one day...