Dear Tomarrow Poem by Ray Mesa

I saw you at the pet store
nameing all the kittens and dogs
You had on your summer clothes
I felt like saying hello to you
I just walked past you, A shadow so cold
A single man in a crowd of a millon few

I wrote you a novel of apolgys
I wrote you words in sand, down a old gravel road
And each night I wake up with a hole in me
And when the window is open the day will get even more cold
And tomarrow will sneak out

I know where you are
Driveing 37 miles down my street
I'll see you stop your car
And under I'll see your feet
In shoes I know you stoled from me

Dear tomarrow, You are a sick reminder
of what not do with one's life
Her friends are behind her
But there sneaking out on the right
Dear tomarrow, You just ain't with me tonight
And this cancer, this god damn blight
is your parting gift to my hand
You just are unable, You can't
stand on this rock and see the sunset the same way
you'll never wake next to me again
Tomarrow, You have burned all of our days