I’ll call you tomorrow,
Although you look different and,
I am uncertain
I put it off, why?...unknown to me.
My lonely skin covers me, it feels
Thin and ill fitting
Do you see I am different?
It is not intentional, it is unwise,
What can I do?
I’ll call you tomorrow,
Although you know i may not,
Probably will let it pass another day.
I know you miss me but, I am held back,
What is it?
I lay awake thinking
I’ll call you tomorrow,
I know it is vital.
Before too long I will be unable,
No choice, decision made for me.
Yet, somehow, it deceives me, in ways
I cannot grasp.
The phone stares and beckons,
You ask for little,
I give less, cannot commit.
I have no depth to give,
My page is empty.
I will try to look in your direction.
Compose a new song for us – fresh words.
I’ll call you tomorrow.
You are on my mind right now,
It is late,
I hope not too late.
I’ll call you,
Tomorrow......