Last night you forgot?
Last night I refrained!
And as surely as you laid your head atop the pillow,
assuming you would awake tomorrow,
I reserved another day to show you tenderness.
The joy of inflicting such pain faded fast,
into days we call the past …
days some live to regret.
Sober now, and calmer too,
I can resist the potent poison
that soured your normally humorous stories,
spited the mellow grace in your embrace,
and tested the patience that’s glued us throughout the years.
How could I forget all the reasons to be kind?
How could I forsake humility for displays of superiority?
How could I succumb to this existence so temporary?
Not to worry!
I’m wiser now,
more understanding of the mysterious one, Fate.
She giveth and taketh so that we might honour all days in sum.
Looking, from here, both backward at yesterday, and forward to tomorrow,
completely aware that subsequent gifts are not sure to follow.
So, today I’ll try to atone for my folly,
and hopefully you’ll forgive me,
for tomorrow won’t naturally flow from energy withheld to breed animosity.
More importantly, right now is the best time,
my only sure chance to speak, as thou mayest, of love sincerely.