I stood on the door step,
roses in hand,
but Tomorrow never came
to answer the door.
The Prophet returned
the ring of her promise,
said she’d exchanged it
for Eternity’s gold band.
Her name has been changed
so I’ll never find her;
no sense to my looking,
it’s part of the plan.
Bewildered and perplexed,
the streets I wander,
traveling in circles
as cold memories flow.
My Tomorrow has eloped
with the Winds of Forever.
I’m left at the station
with nowhere to go.
Haunting and beautiful.
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That is absolutely stunning poem, so poignant, I love the imagery. Beautiful work.
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absolutely beautiful!
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awesome writing Kathy…..I miss her so much!!!
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hey, very good poem with some lovely lines not least the last two!!
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