A dedication poem......


I look out into an urban paradise and think of tomorrow.
I realized that again your not here but theres always a tomorrow.
When I do talk to you I always hear “ maybe tomorrow dear”
I close my eyes and try to picture how happy I will be tomorrow.
I look through my clear umbrella daydreaming about tomorrow.
Then tomorrow never comes.
No call.
No message.
No email.
No you.
No me.
No us.
So I guess there is no tomorrow.

You know who you are. lol


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