After 5 again today, nothing broke the silence
Tomorrow she thought...tomorrow
But tomorrow has again faded to today
5pm again, nothing has changed
Poor aching heart, God how it hurts
Every day for years now came that call.
The one that no matter what went on, was able to fix it all
How painfully strange this new routine
Lying down to sleep without a goodnight...
Tears are coming, it seems so stupid to cry
Tomorrow maybe things will be as they were.
Each tomorrow brings the promise of 5pm
Will the next prove to be empty as the last?
Such a jumbled mess inside, it's only been days
Yet they seem like years
Another evening has brought nothing but silence
This time tears cannot be fought

nice

{{{{{Nikki}}}}} You are such a wonderful writer.

there are never any tomarrows
just a bunch of yesterdays that you wish you had done something with