tomorrows

With my yesterday so far behind,
today I stand alone.

What will tomorrow bring?

The hopeful romantic that I be,
my Juliet I do await,
with anticipations so great,

as will be our romance,
one for the books.

Come to me my faceless love,
that you might have a name,
for I saw you the other night,
just once more,

and could this have been
only the beginning,
of all of our tomorrows?