MAYBE TOMORROW

There is a fire that rages within me;

I cannot extinguish it on my own.

There is no way that I can see,

you never touch me, I feel alone.

 

How did we get to this sad place?

I’ve tried hard to figure it out--

I still hang around just in case

you want me again, though I’m in doubt.

 

I miss being pulled into your arms.

I miss your long, sweet, deep kisses.

I miss the way you unleash your charms.

I can’t seem to convey how painful this is.

 

I am not as young as I used to be,

but I am not yet dead either!

Many days I just want to be free--

yet, I don’t want to hurt you neither!

 

I die inside a little each day--

Are you blind? Why can’t you see

how much I love you and want to stay,

but your neglect is destroying me?

 

How much longer can I hold on?

I really don’t know what to say.

I often picture myself gone,

maybe tomorrow, but not today.

 

© 2016 Suzanna Jayne Mullins