RELATIONSHIP Poem: Tomorrow, by Scott Burwash

Were you running toward me — from him?
A whim.
Is there a need for further doubt?
A shout.
Where do we go from here my dear?
A tear.

Time now to stow this petty fear
which has bound my heart for too long.
Past is past, let’s write our own song.
A whim, a shout, a tear.

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