Tomorrow

Tomorrow

On the edge of tomorrow,

knot your fingers in mine

under changing skies.

Goodbye is never far away,

thus I hold a promise

between my lips that 

I shall remember this moment.

I do not wish for tomorrow.

I will visit you at sunset

in this shirt of yours.

A flower missing the rain.

The way time passes by,

hold it before it leaves.

Speaking your name

when tomorrow comes.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Sadness, eyes shut, realisation that even more moments have been laid to rest, that

'I do not wish for tomorrow.
I will visit you at sunset
in this shirt of yours.
A flower missing the rain.'

Come what may, damp or dry, dark or light, you will be for your darling. As you must.

[Neville]

not only more cerebral than one might first imagine .. you have additionally incorporated some of the most enticing images known to poetry .. Neville

[mou]

'Tomorrow' is inevitable yet weaving of tender expectations still goes on. The wording and imagery are just wonderful.

'...I will visit you at sunset
in this shirt of yours.
A flower missing the rain...'
❤
I'm glad that I come across this beautiful write. I'd love to read more of yours. Thank you
- mou

[Poetic Beauty]

This is tinged with a bit of sadness. Wearing an old shirt and thinking of that person. This is worded with care and has heartfelt emotions embedded in it

[MrBlack202]

I love the way your poem has structure and how vivid the metaphors are.