Seeing Tomorrow

Tomorrow is today as I wait for thee, but I am never to be seen again. Lost and alone I find my pleasure measuring up to my despair. If only you could have found me. Instead you left me here to rot by myself. You said "God would save me if I was truly savable." but what sins have I committed for this punishment to live and die alone. Was it a sin to love you, to show you compassion, to hold you in my arms while you wept no, but it was a sin to love you. If I would have not loved you I would be in the garden of my own helping the roses awaken from there slumber. I might not see tomorrow, but neither will you. (To be continued maybe tell me what you think.)