Tomorrow I may not see you smiling at me,
Tucking hair behind your ears.
I may never feel your presence when the perfume fades away,
And the spark dies before setting a fire.
Tomorrow I may not see your jawline graced by that beard,
Or look at you chewing pen when tensed.
I may never look up wondering what’s so special in those eyes,
Or that mystical mind that takes my breath away.
Tomorrow I may not irritate you to death,
Making your cute little face grumpy.
I may never slide you a munch for an apology,
Laughing at your lame jokes making you light up like a Christmas tree.
Tomorrow I may not check every notification for your text,
Or watch an action movie just to sit beside you
I may never get jealous of that girl flirting with you,
Or scold you if you drink too much and explode your head next morning.
Tomorrow may never happen ,for today I can’t say out loud.
I fear what exists may burn leaving just the ashes behind.
Tomorrow would be a bliss, if my brain won’t stop me from,
Pushing the switch up to let the spark lighten up your heart.