That Promised Tomorrow

Your supposed to get a tomorrow. With the ones you love. The ones you care about. But life never seems to work out that way. In an instant, it’s all gone and for some reason, no matter how many times it happens, we still never stop to look at what we have. We never stop to think about what we will lose. We never pause and appreciate the ones closest to us. Through times of grief, anger, and confusion we tell ourselves it will get better. We tell ourselves we will move on. We tell ourselves we will get a tomorrow. We watch as the world burns around us thinking the flame won’t destroy the only good in our lives, and endure the pain as we sit in the ashes of our own negligence. We sit on our thrones of pride and disguise our love as hatred. We bury the pain of that promised tomorrow where no one can see it and sulk in the darkness waiting to be pulled out by those we cannot redeem ourselves to. Because sometimes redemption isn’t an option. Sometimes words can’t close the wounds that cut down to the very soul. Sometimes our regret isn’t enough to make up for our actions. Sometimes we don’t get a tomorrow. Sometimes the day never comes and those moments, people, emotions all become the past. Their faces become blurred, their voices merely whispers in the wind, and their love withered and decayed. So, we convince ourselves that we don’t need that tomorrow. We replace those who we held so close. We look for them in every person we meet and every moment we are in. We go through life without them, secretly hoping they miss us as much as we miss them. We go through the motions, blocking them out, believing they don’t exist, convincing ourselves that we are happy. However, the truth is that we will always wait for that tomorrow no matter what we tell ourselves, and eventually we will find ourselves looking...waiting for the sunrise that will never break the horizon.