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Think Not of Me Tomorrow

by Tony Whitaker

Awaiting my lonely leaving
To a cold and distant place
My mind on fire with grieving
A tortured heart has lost its' pace.

Often I will see that smile
Often I will see that face
Often I will feel beguiled
Often I will long for your embrace.

I will catch myself dwelling
On her skin I loved to touch.
And already I sit and ponder
Of the one I loved so much.

Those times we stood beneath the moon
And talked of grander plans
But now the time has come too soon
As I stare into my hands

I will mostly miss the simple things
As I sit here filled with sorrow.
But darling enjoy what each day brings
And think not of me tomorrow.


Author's Note: Another one of my lost love themes.

Posted on 12/16/2006
Copyright © 2021 Tony Whitaker

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alisa Js on 12/18/06 at 10:46 PM

What a heartfelt way to express your longing for that one... and powerfully done, I might add... aloha.;-)

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