a little boy knows no tomorrow

 A little boy knows no tomorrow
The game he has set for you
Piece by piece 
Like a trap
Like love
Awaits 

   but you breeze down the stairs brush a kiss on his head say tomorrow 

Tomorrow is a thing
You know
The assumption of more lets you open the door 

   the breeze and the brush and the game forsaken and the house behind you
   ...recede

But to him
Your boy
Tomorrow is no thing  

The game will wait
The pieces—arranged so carefully
Will be pushed aside by busy feet
The board perhaps upended
To make room—to make time— to make way— 

You know this is no cause for tears
Small things can all be fixed   
Tomorrow 

But one little boy waits alone
In a world that is always today