Today and Tomorrow

Somehow, tomorrow always felt like today.

Somewhere, etched deeply into the very definition of the word

"Today"

lay the word

"Tomorrow".

The first two letters gave it away obviously,

but today always bled into tomorrow,

and tomorrow always felt in sync with today.

Yesterday fell away...unless you really tried to keep her around.

She was the gal who took your breath away,

The gal who loved to let expectations run dry,

The one who cast aside worries,

The one who was fed up with all the outside noise,

The one who reminded you to be ready for tomorrow.

The one whose appearance remained the same.

You wish you never learned her name,

yet it stuck with you like glue.

And when she told you about tomorrow,

which indeed became today,

she wasn't kidding when she said that the following day,

would be just as dull as she had been all her life.