Simon Wilson
Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?
One shoe drops, and then the other. Clothing swishes, her glasses click as she folds them for the night. A short flash of light as she checks her telephone alarm and the mattress dips as she gets into bed. It has been this way for thirty-one years, the one night of the year she stays up later than me.
she sits up
to remember—I close
my eyes to forget
a single fuzzy scan
our only photograph
About the Author
Simon Wilson has been a poultry farmer, salesman, antique dealer, gardener, and instructor on a Care Farm. He now works in a coin shop and wishes he had tried harder at school.