Of All The Days...

I was sitting all alone On a fine sunday dawning Blinking through the cloudy eyelids Even the sun was yawning Then like every other day Tomorrow knocked on my door As he was my morning ritual And i was his chore Over a cup of coffee We talked about all the plans he had for me As the cup of coffee started to get hollow Through the hourglass he seeped into the morrow All my future and his time could do, was only follow Then just leaving me be He flew away on the wings of the wind which he just befriended And i just stayed seated, because for me that meeting never ended.