Tomorrow
We were always looking at tomorrow
when we should have been watching today.
It's hard to see how much we missed,
someone's love
someone's tears.
Looking only to the future,
we missed it all.
These precious memories
left behind
to become ashes of the past,
never knowing
how much we needed them to stay sane.
The smile that's lacking
I want to see it,
I need to see it,
why can't I see it?
Desperate for something real,
grasping onto a fake reality.
Living in a fantasy world
where everything will be okay.
(May 2nd, 2012)
Copyright © Courtney Ehman | Year Posted 2013
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