Another coffee cup filled
for another tired morning.
Has all that will be been willed?
In all black for I am already mourning,
The loss of today and saving it for
I’ll go for a run or to the gym,
I’ll lift some weights and squat some squats,
Rain or shine or even if the world’s a little dim,
You’ll see me there soon, lots!
But not today, I’m saving it for
I’ll read that book I told you about!
I’ll find the time to sit down,
Fill a teapot that’s short and stout,
Turn page by page then jump and shout,
I’ll be so pleased to have finished, but I’ll start,
I’ll do this and I’ll do that,
And then maybe if this is done for that,
You’ll not have ever done that. And
This would never have happened. So
When you called and I picked up, instead of saying I’ll call—
You’ll quit the drugs
You’ll stop drinking,
You won’t be lost in the night,
Looking for another hit, looking for one more,
Just one more. Just one. You can go to rehab
And become sober, but it will never happen if
You keep waiting and waiting for
The morning finds ways to arrive too early.
All I have are yesterday’s that used to be today’s
Hidden away in the corner with each today that
Becomes tomorrow. I am in all black.
Already mourning. For I will not be seeing you,