Maybe Tomorrow

Maybe tomorrow
I'll see you and we'll have
a conversation saying so much
more than just "Hi, how
have you been?"

because tomorrow is
Monday and isn't that how
these things are supposed to work?

I'll tell you that I've been
good, but
what I would really mean is that
I have missed you oh so much
and I've tossed and turned every night
for twelve nights now,
and I'm sorry, I'm
sorry for not being there.

And you would
(hopefully)
reply that you miss me too, and
it's okay because deep
down, we haven't changed
and we're still the same people.
Your eyes would press into mine that
we're still the same people and we still need each other.

But we're growing up and we're
sailing away, and people
never say what they mean anymore.

[I don't even think you do miss me, anyway.]