talkingcamara

I’m tired of them mocking me with, “It’ll be better tomorrow,” What if tomorrow never comes? What if all I remember is sorrow? They say tomorrow is a day away, Tomorrow for me, an eternity, For if my happiness lies in its wake, It has never come to be. You don’t know what will happen. You cannot tell my future. All I know is, when tomorrow comes, My life will be bursting at the suture. Tomorrow is merely imaginary, And when my despondency ebbs away, I will not call that miracle tomorrow, I will smile and call it, “today.”

I saw him nine times. The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed. I tested out of the class. I don’t know if he did. The second time I saw him, it was a few m