Tomorrow Brings No Promises

Folding what was left of the papers

We held onto for so long

Never wanting to let them go.

The rain began a drop at a time

First onto our heads

Then to the papers

That meant so much to us.

Our past was fading into the world

We had hoped to hide from it.

Today we will not fall

But tomorrow

Brings no promises.

No peace.

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