Dark Poetry Prose Poetry April 9, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

4-09-03 wednesday 8:48pm brick NJ

tomorrow may be too far. yesterday too soon.
tomorrow may be a liar. yesterday too much truth.

i can't remember when. i can't remember how.
it is now. was it then?
when did i not love you yet?

where did i die? and when?
did they bury me? did they cry?
do they miss me?

where did i die? who is this ghost?
when did we say goodbye?
can we still say hello?

tomorrow may take too long.
yesterday much too soon.
tomorrow might never exist
and yesterday so damn permanent.

i can't remember when i ever didn't love you.
i can't remember how. i can't get myself to breathe.
i don't know who this ghost is and
i wonder do they miss me.