Always Tomorrow
Routine: A regular course of procedure
That's what my life has become. A series of actions I take just to get by, nothing more. I've tried to move on since she left me, but no one compares to her...
It gets lonely at night. And those are times I allow myself to think about her, and I wonder, is this what she felt when I left? This heart wrenching pain that refuses to subside... But I wrote her, I kept in touch, she hasn't. Maybe, maybe if I hadn't left in the first place she would still be here, in my arms at night.
I take her with me everywhere I go, the love I have her holds true. But it hurts too much to think about her during the day. Like if I think about her during my waking hours, her leaving will really be real. And she won't just be on vacation she'll be gone... My heart can't take that.
Part of me wants to go to her and convince her that we belong together. But I don't know where she is or even if she's with another man. Loving him, instead of me, her soft hands caressing him after a night of love making, god forbid she was married. I can't bear the thought, it makes my blood boil.
I say to myself that I will find her, come tomorrow she'll be mine again. But I know that it's false, my promises to myself. It's a way to keep me sane, until the time comes that I do go after her, and I am happy again...when that will be, I'm not sure, but I do know that it's always tomorrow...