If you should fade away, please do so, sometime soon, perhaps tomorrow or the next day. Find yourself lined in time's passages where the future rests, woven into the moments that are to come. I could not ask for more, no more than today's present moments, no more than your smile for a fleeting minute. If you should go, please, do not tarry too long, run into the next day, leave me to the moments past, stuck in present times where you have settled and stayed, I'll not ask for more, no, no more than today.
And I will pray, pray that tomorrow is always a day away.