If Tomorrow Never Came Poem by Eric Cockrell

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when you lie in your lover's arms,
do you remember
those frozen nights,

when the fire had died....
moonlight hanging like ice
in the window bare...

the wet pool of love steaming,
clouds of breath hanging
in the air with unspoken desire....

the baying of the old hound....
and two sets of footprints in the snow
leading down to the water.....

the buckets on the porch,
an axe, and the old truck....
not giving a damn

if tomorrow never came!