Between

"Between"
 
I stand at the horizon,
of today and tomorrow.
So tempted to look back,
and be swallowed by sorrow.
 
I wonder have I really,
traveled so far?
Standing here today,
I feel the scars.
 
I know they never.
That they never go away.
Even standing here.
Between tomorrow and today.
 
Dg
12/05