And maybe one day,
there’s no tears,
no pain

Rosy midsummer maid
sat on the bench and said:
How today
is so alike yesterday,
how tomorrow
will be just the same,
but never, ever
will there be this second again.

This day
the thoughts
going on
round and around inside my head.
This day
not enough
hours in
to lessen this feeling there is.
This day
is even
if it was never meant.