WE COULD DIE . . .

      Always just trying
    While slowly dying
    Grasping at reason
To defer love more seasons
    Unwilling to forget
     Unable to commit
   Saying the right words
Still wielding hurt like a sword
 Souls filling with regret
  Hearts with fear beset
 What are we waiting for
There is no promise of more
  Living today in sorrow
     Hoping for . . .

      TOMORROW