The moon, space and her.

Sometime... tomorrow

I'll look at you differently
With different light in the eyes
I will no longer think of you
I might no longer cry

My sight may see you
You might be right then and there.
But that wrong idea.
The pedestal I put you on top.
...
Will be gone.

As healthy as it sounds
It will not be as easy as falling for you.
I might be able to do it in a week or two.
Or maybe I won't at all.

But I'll try.
With all my might.
To see you at eye sight.
To fall or not for the person in front.

Out of sight, out of mind.
Or that's what I thought.
Now I gotta take you out of my mind.
To have you in sight.

I will see you differently.
Wrinkles in the eyes
From a smile truer than the sky.
But not with the same light.

Hopefully,
I'll find a new home.
Somewhere inside.
Where the mirror shows the eyes.
And I look at that person with good light.