The Day After Tomorrow

Growing up.

To the days,

To the moments.

All that time from then till now.

I remember the days when all I wanted to do was

Get the the next moment

Move on to the next pages of life

Not the moments during

But the moments Before and After

Fundamentally flawed by cause

As cause and effect would have it

I have yet to have the moments in between

The Story I've always searched for

To now, too this place ..

I've had to take many steps backwards

So to see clearer

To attain the now, I desire.

Recognizing that fundamentally flawed I may have been

Not too far off from where I aimed to be

Just needed to readjust the target, the stance, the positioning..

What if instead of worrying about the morrow,

We focus on the now then the day after tomorrow?

For tomorrow will always come

Along with everything that may come with it.

For now,

I'll memorize the little things

The scents, the sounds,

Words spoken,

and actions made. 

I'll store them in the bank,

Then draw on them as I need them most.

For we never know when we need those memories the most.

As you never know when,

Those you've loved,

When those you've always had,

Go away,

When you are alone, 

Down and out, 

Hurting from life,

All that entails. 

I will remember, 

I've had it in bits,

Seasons's of fullness,

More often of not,

But they've all been there.

The Joy's and Loves

Friendships and more.

To those I adore,

and still adore.

The places I've called home,

The ones who held it there. 

Tomorrow will always come,

But what's now, what's after tomorrow?

Everything that matters,

Change over time,

But the memories of it all.

Grasping onto the fragments

Holding on to the picture frames

From now, to then.

From then to the morrow..

We're here now,

Rather we like it or not.

With that, I choose a better day

As the day's I live,

I've chosen them all,

Rather I wanted it or not,

I drew it in.

So, the day after tomorrow,

The day that's now till forever.

I'll memorize the air, the scents.

There's a time when I'll want to remember I was here.

To find what's recognizable,

Only with something that'll match. 

It's crazy the things we let go of,

Just to realize, you had it all along...