Tomorrow’s Betrayal

     

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.     

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