For most, tomorrow is a plain ol’ Wednesday

People will wake next to lovers, strangers, and empty sheets
Rising from their slumber, millions of cups of coffee will be brewing
Telephones will ring in offices and on busy city streets
Children will bask in the tender summer breeze

We will wake in separate beds, in different cities
Tomorrow, you will choose between our relationship and what’s easy
You will both mend my mistrust and hurt completely
Or, you will leave

For most, tomorrow is a plain ol’ Wednesday