Today

Today I saw

What I cannot have.

 

I'm sorry.

 

Yesterday I dreamt

Of tiny hands,

Aiding steps and

Teaching words.

 

Tomorrow I will cry,

And we will fight

Until you hold me,

And still the pain

That flows unseen.

 

Insufferably I seem

To act like a stone,

But your gentle heart

Won't let me suffer alone.

 

You say give up this bottle

Cos it won't see me through,

And if I have nothing left,

Then I'll still have you.

The End

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