Tomorrow
(A death poem by Wain)
Dear Beloved,
Tomorrow I may say I’m sorry
For whatever I did to offend
But if my tomorrow never comes
Will you remember me as a f _ _ _ _ _?
Tomorrow you may show less anger
About some things that made you mad
But if your tomorrow never comes
Will you leave good memories or b _ _?
Tomorrow isn’t promised to us
And we can hope for a heaven above
But whether or not tomorrow comes
Let’s live each day filled with l _ _ _
Lots of love,
Wain