I Die Tomorrow

i die tomorrow
At the acrid whisper of your closing door
The flowers of yesterday wilt between my fingers
The ash tainting my lips mix into another hot drink.

i want no more,
And yet I find more. More, always, another and another still.
I can escape you no more than I can reject waters in the desert, and yet-

i die tomorrow.
at the arid whisper of your closing door.