Tomorrow by Mark Strand

Tomorrow

Your best friend is gone,

your other friend, too.

Now the dream that used to turn in your sleep,

like a diamond, sails into the year's coldest night.

What did you say?

Or was it something you did?

It makes no difference -- the house of breath collapsing

around your voice, your voice burning, are nothing to worry about.

Tomorrow your friends will come back;

your moist open mouth will bloom in the glass of storefronts.

Yes. Yes. Tomorrow they will come back and you

will invent an ending that comes out right.