for tomorrow

don't know 

what you think

of me now,

when you think,

or if you do.

can't imagine 

not having you 

on my mind 

or in my plans 

for tomorrow 

or next week. 

for weeks

I've restrained

my impulse

to see you;

it's been months

since desire 

drove me 

from my 

senses.

I sleep soundly

not knowing. 

Poem © 2009 by R. Burnett Baker 

Colorized photo taken by R. Baker of  an oil

on cardboard painting by Ina Jean Garner, circa 1980's.