It was already yesterday tomorrow.
All that had happened waited for its chance.
Lovers too young to understand romance
remembered their affair would end in sorrow.
Snow that had fallen later fell too soon
on streets offering them no place to go—
the future had occurred, once, long ago,
lost between midnight and a dream of noon.
And what else could they do, who lay awake
considering old ideas not thought of yet,
the broken promises that each would make
in the days ahead they couldn’t quite forget,
but talk of things that neither go nor stay,
tomorrow asleep in the arms of yesterday?