By Marshall Hann
Submitted by blessed23
Date: 2007 Sep 10
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Tomorrow Was Two Years Ago

We used to stitch eachothers wounds
underneath the moonlight
by the cemetary gates
(I dreamt of what tomorrow would look like
if you were to leave me standing in the darkness
with no hand to hold;
no guide to show me the way out)

I felt the wind
surrender to my lungs
as I kissed you
(that memory still stabs my mind)
but you were fragile
you understood me
as a shattered window
you strangled your soul
with each breath you reluctantly inhaled
you listened to me
hanging on words like nervous virgins on prom night
(you were too eager to please
what was already yours)