title: Tomorrow
Tomorrow, I will write a poem,
A poem so great that it tugs on rib cages,
A poem so simple, that it makes you smile,
A sad poem, for that single tear.
Tomorrow, never comes,
And I am stuck in this loop,
Of story lines and sentences of incomplete prose,
Of silences and memories.
Today, I write this poem,
Reminding myself of the words
That do exist,
Even when the mind aches from forgetting
And remembering.
