Tomorrow

Today, I miss you.  My thoughts quickly caress the knowledge that you will be with me tomorrow.  Tomorrow, my thoughts will be on our love and the happiness we share.



Today I am a candle without a flame.  I am not so bright, nor do I feel even the slightest amount of warmth, for you are not with me and I am cold.



Tomorrow, your warmth will radiate around me, cloaking me in comfort and safety. Tomorrow you and I will snuggle into our day while laughing and discussing how our week passed while we were apart.



Today the clock ticked too slow, the sun shone too long and the appearance of darkness was lethargic, if nothing more.  Tomorrow, I will find that you have silently moved next to me and we are one in form, and the slow breathing of my sleep becomes a sigh of contentment, while subconsciously I snuggle closer to you. 



Today, I anticipate the moment of our reunion. Tomorrow we will begin our week together. 

Today, I plan for your homecoming. Tomorrow, we will plan for your next departure.



Today was my enemy, tomorrow was my friend, until I looked into this moment and saw that today I am happy.  Tomorrow, I will be prematurely sad and I will be trying too hard to make the most of the moments spent together, I will not even be able to enjoy your smile, while anticipating how I will create the  next one.



Today I choose tomorrow, but tomorrow, I may wish to return to today.