Tomorrow Will Never Come

The birthday that was supposed to be never will.
Gone before u came,
left before light caught your eye.
It’s empty,
like a day without minutes.
Time
without fleeting.
A stand still.
Holding for nothing
when everything’s happened.
To much for so little,
emotions,
tears
caravans of wonder,
truck loads of not understanding.
Tomorrow will never come
and that is hard to grasp.
To blunt,
sharp cuts,
shouldn’t be holding on,
but there is no way of letting go.