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Today, Tomorrow

by cookie foot 4 years ago in surreal poetry
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Tomorrow, Today

Ansel Adams

I don't want to have a day like this.

Because today,

I miss you.

I miss you everyday, but today I can feel the space.

My fingers feel spread apart;

they were once glued to yours.


It's loud.

I can hear an echo of the music

you were supposed to make for me.


I became myself,

and I found the part of me I can never leave.

Melancholy is who I am,

and with you is who I want to be.

But I'll just have to wait and see-

Hopefully tomorrow,

I won't have a day like this,


surreal poetry

About the author

cookie foot

writing is my therapy don't bully me

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