poetry for thought

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.