tomorrow is not promised
time
most precious
days fly past
way too fast
saying goodbye to you
over and over
again and again
left and leaving
facing the morning
a lone
all one with who I am
and evolving to be
re-imagining myself
free of validation
holding onto change
is all I have
meeting you another time
in a new light
a new me
resting in your heart at dawn
and in your arms – maybe
tomorrow is not promised