Because Tomorrow is Not Promised - a poem for Denise

 


Words can be shallow, stuff can be discorded
Passion can be faked, and love can be misguided
Moments can be confusing, and events filled with promise
But through it all, change is always constant.

Promises can be forgotten, commitments lost in transition
Hope dashed against the semblance of remembrance
Lies draped in callous attempts at sincerity
But when the time comes, all falls away.

And so, without fanfare or the glare of deceit
I stand beside you, not to control or to consume
but to enjoy this moment, this now, this  - question
without any answers because tomorrow is not promised.



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