tomorrow

the clock strikes 1 a.m in the morning and the thought of you crosses my mind. I should’ve called you. I should’ve spent my night with you. the clock strikes 2 a.m in the morning, again the thought of you crosses my mind. I could’ve heard you saying my name. I could’ve laughed along with you, for whatever reason there is. be it my childish wish, or simply your sarcastic remarks. ah, if only I called you that night. your tomorrow might actually come for you.