A Small Gesture by J. P. DaviesTomorrow lives without you;
but it need not be a sin
to wash lonesome hands upon my brow
and dance over my skin.
I will miss you ever on and on
til' the day when we recast,
a bond constructed long ago
our forever-fading fast.
If tomorrow wakes with gold inlaid
and wonders at this space;
know everything that summer stole,
the fall it will replace. 10/02/2005 Author's Note: I'm thinking about you. I hope works going okay. Weekends without you are hard.
Posted on 10/02/2005 Copyright © 2024 J. P. Davies
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