Tomorrow

The clock ticks

The minutes pass, the hours change.

The dust that's been collected over my mangled heart

Is preparing to be discombobulated 
Yet again.

My nerves have been severed so harshly

That I’ve forgotten how to feel

How will we ever move on without you?

The wounds are still fresh

And now an axe may be coming in to finish us.

Maybe this would help me feel again.

But I’d die in the process.

If I lose you too

I don’t know where I’ll go.

I don’t know where my mind will take me.

I need you.

We need you.

He needs you.

Please

Hold on

Because if you don’t

It’s likely we won’t.

Please

They say God has a puzzle

And this is just one piece.

What if this piece is the defining the outcome?

What if you go and that piece leaves with you?

Our puzzle will never be complete.

Where will he go?

What will he do without you?

You’re all he has left.

You’re what he knows,

He is here with you here.

Life would go on,

But he’d stay still with a numbed heart.

The clocks have ticked,

Minutes have turned into days, months and years.

You have defined our childhoods, our growing years until now.

Tomorrow will define

The direction our moments will go

The doctors say 50/50

Prepare for the worst

I can’t. I never could.

I’ll hold onto hope.

Cause right now,

Hope’s all we got.

And if we’ve learned to hope,

Maybe that will get you past tomorrow.

And my nerves can begin to reconnect again.