If Tomorrow Comes Without Me Poem by Mohammad Yousef

By Mohammad A. Yousef

If tomorrow comes without me,
and the sun rises, bright and bold,
casting shadows on familiar paths,
will you remember the laughter we shared?
The way our voices danced in the air,
like leaves swirling in a gentle breeze?

When the clock strikes the hour,
and the world unfolds without my smile,
will you find comfort in the memories?
The little moments, the whispers at dusk,
the secrets we kept, the dreams we drew—
will they linger in your heart?

I hope the stars still shine for you,
twinkling like the eyes that once held mine.
I hope the moon, in its quiet grace,
wraps you in its silver glow,
reminding you of the nights we spent,
talking about everything and nothing at all.

If tomorrow comes without me,
look for me in the morning light,
in the rustle of leaves,
in the songs of birds as they awaken.
I'll be there, in the warmth of the sun,
in the breeze that carries your name.

Don't let sorrow steal your joy,
for life is a tapestry woven with threads
of laughter, love, and loss.
Hold onto the colors, the bright and the dark,
for they make the picture whole,
each moment a brushstroke on your heart.

If tomorrow comes without me,
let the tears fall, but let them be gentle,
like rain nourishing the earth.
Know that I would want you to dance,
to sing, to live as we once dreamed,
to embrace the beauty that still exists.

So when the day breaks new and fresh,
and I am but a whisper in the wind,
remember, my dear,
you carry me with you,
in every heartbeat, every step you take,
forever a part of the song you sing.

If tomorrow comes without me,
and you wake to the dawn
with a sky so blue,
the world unchanged,
yet my laughter echoes quiet,
fading like the mist at noon.

You may wonder where I've gone,
lost in the folds of time,
as if I slipped through your fingers
like grains of sand,
or a whisper carried by the wind.
But I am here,
woven in the fabric of your days,
in the shadows of the sun.

Remember the way the leaves danced,
how we chased the fading light,
and the stories we spun under the stars,
when the universe felt small,
and we were the center of it all.
These moments are not lost,
they linger still,
like a song sung softly,
echoing in the corners of your heart.

If tomorrow comes without me,
do not let sorrow take the lead;
let laughter rise like the morning sun,
for I will be there in the warmth,
in the flutter of a bird's wings,
in the rustle of the grass beneath your feet.
Hold tight to the memories,
let them guide you through the dark.

When you feel the weight of absence,
look for me in the simplest things—
the smile of a friend,
the taste of your favorite meal,
the light that breaks through the clouds,
reminding you that love never fades,
it transforms, it shifts, it grows.

If tomorrow comes without me,
know that I am not truly gone.
I am the whisper of the wind,
the gentle touch of the rain,
the warmth of the sun on your face,
the unseen thread that binds us still.

Carry my spirit in your heart,
let it dance in your laughter,
let it shine in your tears.
And when you look to the stars,
know that I am there,
a light guiding you home,
until we meet again,
beyond the horizons of time.

If tomorrow comes without me,
I hope you find the light
that still shines in the morning,
even if it feels dimmer.

There's a space I've left behind,
a chair in the kitchen,
an empty spot on the couch,
where laughter used to dance,
where stories wrapped us up
like warm blankets on cold nights.

Don't let the silence scare you,
it's just a pause in the music,
a breath before the next song.
Remember my voice,
how it would rise and fall,
like the waves on a restless shore.
Let it echo in your heart.

If tomorrow comes without me,
look for me in the whispers of the wind,
in the rustle of leaves
on a bright autumn day.
I'll be there, somewhere,
in the tick of the clock,
in the flutter of a bird's wings,
reminding you that life goes on.

Don't wear your sadness like a shroud,
but let it teach you the value
of every moment,
every laugh, every tear.
Hold the memories close,
like precious stones,
each one a piece of me,
each one a chapter of our story.

Make room for joy,
let it fill the spaces
that I once occupied,
for life is a tapestry,
ever weaving, ever changing.
Find the beauty in the ordinary,
the magic in the mundane,
and remember to dance,
even when you feel like sitting still.

If tomorrow comes without me,
I'll be watching from afar,
cheering you on
with every step you take,
with every dream you chase.
So smile for me,
and live loudly,
for I'll be with you,
still loving you from wherever I am,
still believing in the magic
of another dawn.

If tomorrow comes without me,
and the sun wakes without my smile,
don't wear a cloak of sorrow,
don't let your heart crumble like dry leaves,
for I'll be just beyond the reach of your gaze,
in the soft embrace of earth,
where the whispers of memories float.

Visit me in the quiet of the graveyard,
where the grass grows wild and free,
and the flowers bloom with colors
that remind you of laughter,
the sunlight dancing in our eyes,
the secret jokes shared under the stars,
the late-night talks where dreams took flight.

Stand by the stone,
let the wind carry your words,
tell me about your days,
about the moments that make you smile,
about the world that spins on,
even when I'm no longer here to watch.
Speak of love, of joy, of those silly times
when we thought we could conquer the universe.

Remember the sun-soaked afternoons,
when we chased shadows down winding paths,
the taste of ice cream melting on our tongues,
the way we felt so alive,
like we were made of pure light,
the laughter ringing like a bell,
echoing in the corners of our hearts.

If tomorrow comes without me,
let your tears water the ground
where my body rests,
but don't let the sorrow drown
the beauty of what we shared.
Let it be a garden of memories,
where you can come to sit,
and the wind will carry my love
like a song on a gentle breeze.

For I am not gone,
I live in the stories we wove,
in the corners of your smile,
in the warmth of your embrace,
in the moments that still spark joy,
even as the seasons change.

So, when tomorrow comes without me,
remember the laughter,
the love that filled our days,
and let it wrap around you,
a soft blanket on a chilly night.
I will be there, in every happy thought,
in every light that shines,
a part of you, forever.

If tomorrow comes without me,
and the sun rises on a world
where my laughter no longer dances
through the air,
where my footsteps no longer echo
on the pavement,
I hope you will remember,
not with tears,
but with blooms.

Visit my resting place,
where the grass whispers softly
and the stones hold secrets,
and bring with you those flowers I loved—
the bright yellow daffodils,
the deep bluebells,
the wild daisies that sway
like memories in the breeze.

Plant them gently,
as if each root is a story,
each petal a moment shared,
the colors painted with all the days
we laughed, we cried, we dreamed.
Let them grow tall,
reaching for the sky,
a vibrant reminder that love
does not fade;
it only changes shape.

If tomorrow comes without me,
know that I am not truly gone,
but in every bloom that bursts
with life,
in the rustle of the leaves,
in the warmth of the sun,
in the whispers of the wind.

So come, my dear ones,
visit me in my quiet place,
and sprinkle my grave with love,
with the flowers that spoke
the language of our hearts.
Let them tell the world I was here,
that joy and sorrow danced together,
and that even in my absence,
life will still find a way
to blossom.

For in the garden of memory,
I will always be alive,
a gentle breeze,
a splash of color,
reminding you
that tomorrow may come,
but love remains, everlasting,
like the flowers you planted
just for me.

If tomorrow comes without me,
and night falls silent,
a blanket of stars stitched into the sky,
remember, my friend,
that I am not truly gone.
I linger in the whisper of the wind,
in the laughter that dances on your lips,
in the warm sunlight that kisses your face.

Visit me in my graveyard,
where the grass sways gently,
where flowers bloom in colors
that speak of life and love.
Bring two cups of coffee,
steaming and rich,
so we can share the smell,
the taste of memories,
like old friends reuniting,
in the comfort of familiar grounds.

Let's sit together,
beneath the shade of the ancient oak,
the one that stands guard over my resting place.
With every sip, let the warmth flow,
filling the space between us,
as we talk of dreams and hopes,
of days gone by and laughter shared.

I want to hear about your adventures,
the paths you've taken,
the trials you've faced,
the moments that made you smile,
and the tears that shaped your heart.
Bring stories wrapped in sunlight,
tales of joy and sorrow intertwined,
and I will listen,
with the quiet peace of the earth
holding me close.

If tomorrow comes without me,
know that I still see you,
in the flutter of leaves,
in the songs of the morning birds,
in the soft glow of twilight.
So come, my friend,
and let us share this moment,
two cups of coffee,
a bridge across time,
a reminder that love never fades,
even in the stillness of a grave.

With every sip, let us celebrate,
the bond that cannot break,
the laughter that echoes,
the memories that linger
long after the sun has set,
and the stars awaken
to guide us through the night.