There is tomorrow
- Marcus Patrick Ellsworth
- Nov 6, 2024
- 1 min read
The sun rose cloaked in gray
November air heavy
As my grasping hands
Not knowing what to do
But there is tomorrow
The morning is dim
Soft cruel light
Waking us from dreams
Of what was thought to be
But there is tomorrow
Please reach for me
As I reach for you
Our outstretched fingers
Writing love in the spaces between
Because there is tomorrow
We enter a season
Of renewing and deepening bonds
To survive
As we always have
Because there is tomorrow
We will rise to sing again
Joy will find us
Kindred souls will renew us
Our eyes will see the future
Made good
Because we will make tomorrow
I love you.
Wish we were better
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