tomorrow
when I beg you not to break my heart
and you smile
and you smile and you look away

tomorrow
when sharpened steel creates rivers
(creates outlets)
for the blood in my veins

tomorrow
when the songbird forgets to sing
for all of a
millisecond

tomorrow
when the daisies wither
(willingly)
in the unforgiving frost

tomorrow
when the promise of homemade blueberry pie
brings out the salty tang of a forgotten home
(a forever hiding place)
in my eyes

tomorrow
is when
you can let me go.