Not Packing Just Thinking
Tomorrow may not
be around here.
We may have shared
a slot of time, a joy.
But tomorrow may not
be the same. I may
wake and
not remember you.
I may not wake.
A stranger,
hardly a memory,
I have stopped asking,
have travelled
between worlds and
have visions of what it
may be like if it is anything.
It may not be around here.
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