One day, there won’t be a tomorrow. Unlike the rest of the world, I won’t find sorrow. Somewhere, hiding behind a shadow is a faded photo, familiar faces you may know. Smiles captured as they glow. Years from now, those smiles begin to grow. They’ll fade and the new will borrow. Dancing in your wind, as if they were a willow. They’ll realize there is no tomorrow. They’ll be dancing underneath a rainbow. Somewhere in a pastel meadow, watching the fading of a day’s afterglow. As the clouds in the sky begin to outgrow and the sun knows that it’s time to go, the night fades in as you strive to know. What if there is no tomorrow?