My Tomorrow
there is snow melting somewhere
on top of jaded rocks
that have been touched by souls I cannot fathom
and here I weep over you
amusingly
pathetically
there is Paris
and tiny little diners with words etched into tables
menus I can not decipher
and clean silverware
and here I regret and recall
remorse
imploding
self-destructing
like a bomb, a very weak one- -
there are fancy night clubs
and melodies that have never graced my ears
there are movements I have never felt
oxygen I've yet to breathe
and here I sit with your fading pictures
strewn in my lap
smiling at me
in vain
a very long and tangled one
there is poetry that has yet to be born
and memories that have yet to conceive them
there are dusty apartments
and barren alleys
that do not call my name
there is long awaited death
suffering and angst
that don't even know I exist...
yet every time I close my eyes
your face is the only thing in my imagination
the only door
with no exit
there are pink flowers somewhere
and skies with a color blue that I have yet to define
and here I sit
naive and pitiful
running my fingers over black ink
smearing it's meaning with tears
there are mountains
there are valleys
there are children who still believe in God
there are ballerinas
and faeries
and french fries
and love
there are music boxes
and
kept promises
tears without sorrow
You may have been my Today,
but you will never be my
Tomorrow.
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