I Will Write Tomorrow Night

            Tonight I tried to write something, but I couldn’t. It was a poem or a story, a longing piece of my heart that cried out for words that rang true. It sounds trivial to me too; my girl has left and I will not see her again for a long time. What I tried to write was a piece of the revolving moon and the setting sun, time’s turning that set us walking in opposite directions. I did not expect the need to write about this, and I will write tomorrow night when my thoughts have come back to me.