Someday there’ll be no tears. Until then you cry. You cry them all. Release them like there’s no tomorrow. Because someday you’ll realize that there is no tomorrow, and all the tears you were saving up will no longer belong. Just like these hopes, those dreams, and the smiles you should have struck across his face. Just like the kisses you should have painted on his lips, and on his beautiful brown fingertips. Just like the love you should have made, that left breathing impressions on your bed and your soft brown skin. Someday you’ll want to crawl back into bed and sink into those you-shaped grooves but they’ll no longer be there. Someday. Someday. Someday. Because someday never really comes. Just like tomorrow. And the day after that.