tomorrow.... i may not wake in a cold sweat wishing you were next to me
instead of nothing
well theres someone there
someone perfect
and wonderful
but i know i will wake in that cold sweat
because
tonight of all nights
i know
the shape next to me is not
you.
and someday in the future
you will still
be too unkind to hear my tears
as the ever-growing pool at my feet
turns in a silent plea
for your benediction and forgiveness
you cant afford to give
because, in spite of all this,
you
might probably love me
tomorrow
someday
in the future
you said.