Tomorrow By Scarlett Treat

Tomorrow
The sun
Will burn away
The mist
And stream downward
Through your window
And waken you to emptiness
For I’ll be gone.
You won’t even miss me.

We were happy here
In the darkness.
We used it
As a blanket
To wrap around us,
To cover us
From the sight
Of our souls,
But with the sun,
I’ll be gone.
You won’t even miss me.