“TOMORROW”

The gust I feel when our hands swish by is a chill UNRIVALED BY the harshest Chicago winters…

I hate how distant you are from me, don’t you know it’s cuffing season?

Promises of improved performance will surely go undelivered, exhaustion has begun to set.
These old knees are creaking and buckling under the weight of knowing tomorrow

I dreamt one brighter than the one that looms...
One packed with expeditions to parts unknown, plunges into pleasure pits that shake cores.
I dreamt of knowing you so much more than I ever will.

The bits I saw were dazzling and flawed as all precious diamonds are but I couldn’t convince you.
You couldn’t see the sparkle you placed in my eye, as the one you had for me rolled down your cheek.

Perhaps it was destined for our souls to meet and part ways like this.
An unexpected flash of a tomorrow more vibrant than the turbulent memories of yesterday could promise.