The Next Day

Again I close my eyes
and surround myself with doors

enticed by one
I place my cheek against its smooth plain

I know behind this veil
stretches the first day your death called liar
the day we built with domestic words
and painted a shade of ordinary
the day we believed more than any of the others
was certain to happen
the day we thought would be
the next day

the sound of this tomorrow
so softly near
reminds me
you did not plan to leave
you did not mean to go

thus shrouded in disbelief
cheated from this natural succession
I decide to wait
to not open my eyes
and maybe you will come back