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.
12/16/2006 Author's Note: Another one of my lost love themes.
Posted on 12/16/2006 Copyright © 2024 Tony Whitaker
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