Somethings are not today.

I'm missing and it feels like tomorrow, but I think it's that talk with a person I wish I had seen today. I keep missing things, and I don't want to feel like I've lost those things I could of had, but I am scared of the pretty things that I make into somethings, when they really shouldn't be that for me, just something else, something still good, but not another one of my somethings. I miss something, and I think I know which way this will go, and I don't know if I'm being smart, but I'm being careful and that never hurts (more). So I'll see what this thing means to me, and if there really is another something that makes me cry at night alone, and shiver like the coldest winter draft on my spine; or if this is something that makes me smile when I wakeup, and let the dappled sunlight dress me as I rise from a shroud of white cotton, the touch of human hair draped against my side, and the curves of an understanding person. I don't know what I'm missing, and I hope next time it's tomorrow I won't miss it.