tomorrow

I will love you a little less
tomorrow
when it isn't raining
when my hands aren't shaking
and the shape of our shadows
are ready to part
beneath November stars
one more day living
the perfect lie
one more day to dismantle
the pretense
one more day
then pack forever away
the silly morning quarrels
and breakfast coffee
we both knew
summer could never stay
as the hinges sadly moan
on the front porch swing
beneath the freshly polished sky
I say, "I'll love you a little less tomorrow"