thirty-nine

only three years ago today John died

and I let slip the day so quietly by

almost a year now we've been married

seems like only a month or a day

all the days have soon become

only a single yesterday of my mind

and all my bright futures

only a simple tomorrow

filled with fragments

of forlorn memories

frustrated hopes

and forsaken dreams

between the immediacy of tomorrow

and the memories of yesterday

there no longer seems any space left

for just living today

yesterdays and tomorrows

come and go so quickly

forever

until we finally

slip away forgotten