… for letting go
of all your yesterdays
to grab onto tomorrow
… the purgatory
shapes of all of your tomorrows
with the strength of your intent
… the honest sweat
of yesterday’s exertions
before the coming showers
… nothing new
just as tomorrow can be
yesterday returned
… what you feel
while making memories
for tomorrow to consume
… merely a chance
based on chances taken
for the gamble of tomorrow
… only the hope
between passion’s promise
and the shudder before the sigh
… where we share
yesterday’s love made new
for tomorrow’s endless dawn.
I see layers in this poem.
Beautiful.
Hopeful with a tinge of sentimentality.