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Tomorrow
by Jeffrey ParrenMy heart breaks
every tomorrow
without your voice.
The gentle warmth
of a sleepy breath
upon my arms wrapped.
Hearts pounding
in rhythmic cadence
with locked eyes.
A simple brush
calculated flawlessly
whilst I do dishes.
Watching you
watching me
do us things.
Imagination runs
while the reality
remains hidden.
My heart is broken
and tomorrow
never comes.
You do not exist. 12/28/2011 Posted on 12/29/2011
Copyright © 2024 Jeffrey Parren
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/29/11 at 01:49 PM ... excellent, as always..... |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 12/29/11 at 08:37 PM ...i bragged endlessly to you; and that karma of which ali and are talking, slammed it away. i grin, for Jesus wins. a great pome, my man. |
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