Doubts of Love

If on the morrow
I find you left at dawn with your things 
my shock will reverberate through the city.  

Perhaps, I will devote time to rearranging my life 
I will persuade myself to believe 
that I can live without you.

I will socialize and party, 
in the bid to have a life without you–
I will leave this place
and redefine my ideas 
change my beliefs.

Perhaps I will feel youthful.
Don’t know when
Don’t know how
but if on the morrow
I discover tolerance was what we were doing 
I will decorate the walls 
and ceilings.
  
I’ll say all the thing I should have said before
Are you there?