Tomorrow

When the day is Today,
Tomorrow seems so far away.
When you’re not making me pancakes Today,
Tomorrow is like, really stinkin’ far away.
I want to take Today and smash
it in the driveway,
run it over with my car,
then burn it with matchsticks and lighter fluid until
ashes of Today float into the air, never to return.
Today is so.......what’s that word?
LONG.
Because Today is certainly not Yesterday
when I saw the smirk on your face
when I sang that Alicia Keys song
at the top of my lungs in the car,
and you said I was ridiculous,
but I KNOW you meant that you love me,
and no other girl makes you smirk like that,
and I woke you up with a story about my dream
with the baseball bats, and Tom Hanks,
and double-headed cyclops eating bombpops in the bathroom
But that was Yesterday,
which was significantly more exhilarating than Today,
sharing hands and cups of coffee and six packs of beer
with homemade chicken and dumplings.
And, god, I wish Today would just throw itself off a cliff.
I wish I could take a “nap” with you Today.
Because we both know that “naps” are just code language for a
little afternoon delight in the daylight,
We could “nap” Today just like we did Yesterday,
but Today we have responsibilities, Today we are not together,
and it’s driving me out of my mind, and it makes me crazy to wonder
if I induce the same insanity on your brain,
and I wish I were freaking Einstein so I could invent a time capsule
that would beam us into Tomorrow,
and I would make you chocolate chip cookies,
because I know they’re your favorite,
and then we would play trivial pursuit until you let me win,
because I really, really hate losing,
and then we would watch one of those awful indy movies you can’t get enough of,
where everyone cries, and dies, or tries to run away to Toronto
with a coke-addict they met on the subway,
and I would fall asleep in your lap while you brushed brown hair
behind my ear,
and then you would wake me to love me because you couldn’t wait
until morning,
and then we would sleep, you to my left, arm over my chest,
breathing in sync, legs tangled, sheets mangled, smiling through dreams,
knowing Tomorrow we wake in each others arms,
and Today is just a little sliver of history.