Aftermath Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

Because tomorrow's seldom always there:
I try to make you mine—in vain—today,
Yet end up with an empty, yearning stare,
That softly whispers, 'Please, why don't you stay? '
I hoped that this would simply pass away,
Or run its course like any other cold;
Oh, I am getting worse but day by day,
And darker future seeking to unfold:
Just strengthens when priorities are sold:
To lengthen passing moments dear to me;
Why, how I wish I never did behold:
Your all that stole—alas—my sanity!
You made me question all what I stood for,
And forced me to hold still our open door!