Saturday, April 15, 2017

Maybe Tomorrow ~ Poet Kris Anderdian

Yesterday I awoke
I can't remember yesterday
(the whiskey really helps)
I think I saw you last night
Underneath your porch light
The wine bottle your pillow
The ashtray full
In the shadows I remained
The stars will tell you I was there
With sonnets written in your name
And broken promises
I hope to see you again, some day
Maybe - I've decided that
Tonight I'll call you
Maybe tomorrow