No tomorrow

Preface:

I write to grieve. This poem is about my sisters last day. I can't share this one with my family as it would make them sad. So I hope people here might find something of value in it instead.

No Tomorrow

You promised me tomorrow.

Your cold fingers pressed to glass

as you poked them through slats that barley

let you view the smiling people and the dog

that stood outside.

You promised me tomorrow.

Asking for brownies and fajita to be delivered

through the hands of nurses and security,

as they checked for hidden sharps that you could use,

to realise your mind from the burden of your body.

You promised me tomorrow.

When I asked if I should come and visit,

to add my smile to the blurry figures

visible through your safety seald bedroom window,

you said, "Come tomorrow."

But tomorrow never came for you.

You took my tomorrow

and left me with an empty promise,

and a brownie box full of crumbs.