poem that i was supposed to turn in for a contest but i never did because i thought was too sad

"Tomorrow" Poem:

“A LETTER TO A GHOST"

The time on the clock reads 11:11 and I think of it as early,

Before tomorrow there is tonight

The small sliver of time between the future and present whirling,

Curling and dancing across the sky when dark turns to light

To dream of it is to believe it, even for a moment

Raising hands to hold it inside

But I ask you, and for once I really mean it,

A locked box under the earth, is that where you’ll reside? 

“Tomorrow is not promised for either of us,” I whisper

Behind the pews of a mass too full to attend

As prayers sound outside the building and flowers wither

And as I clasp my lonely hands

Our Lady keeps her own lifted towards me,

Which my frazzled brain has half a mind to take

Outside, the downpour continues heavily

A cloven crossroad of two realities, one real and one fake

It’s a note for a loved one, and a letter to a ghost,

To the molten sun slinking far behind the clashing coast

A place with marked trees, scratched and scarred in the park

Never outgrowing their rough, rugged bark

For if tomorrow we dream together,

Then tomorrow I’ll meet you there

And if tomorrow, you sleep forever,

Then rest knowing how much we still care.