Will miss you

Will miss you when the moment arrives
When the birds must fly
When the sun must set

Will miss you when the moment arrives
Words unsaid
You still not know what's there yet

Will miss you in the quiet wanting
Silence engulfing, eating

And this sentiment, this I hate
For this is what makes me woman, what makes me nothing like I desire yet
Not of the cold robotic child
Not of the career driven self

But that sentimental woman who will cry
In the dead of the night, o night.

But that sentimental woman who will cry
In the moments least want, o want.