Photo by Chris Barbalis on Unsplash

tomorrow is not promised


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

Wolfgang Lee moving from the heart

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