Analyze these imaginary words,
the ones he’ll never hear, say, want to
reveal for fear
the end will be near.
He wished he might see her smile,
hold onto her lovely guile,
yet when he tried,
there seemed no end to wonder,
what was it he just said,
did it mean the same to each of them.
he holds on for there is always love,
yet he wonders,
is this time to return,
or will the next journey find his heart
passing by memory,
looking beyond the now,
realizing that just then was a glance into
He wants tomorrow, but will not find it alone.