Before Tomorrow Comes

You well know, that you

won’t be the same again

Tomorrow, not even your sorrows-

before we lose to sleep

and absurdity heals the scars deep

and in case we are replaced,

at least you’ll have me to

pull you to the surface.

So pour me a cup of your thoughts

and let me untie those knots

before Tomorrow comes to

make you forget

all that I’ve tried

to say in this sonnet.