You say tomorrow
like it's a promise, a gift
from you to me and somehow
also a gift from me
to you. You say
tomorrow, and I know
that today can be bearable, I just
have to be patient
and wait these few
ridiculously long hours. You
say tomorrow, almost as if you're
drowning in time and tomorrow
is your lifeline. Like you wait
in desperation, but also a touch
of resentment, as if trying
to be grateful
for your saviour, and not wonder
what is taking so long.
When I whisper
"tomorrow,"
I do not know
exactly what
I am feeling. Are these
my emotions, or am I stealing
yours in order to
feel, or maybe
am I just projecting?