Someday
    is a place,
        a time,
            a dream,
a blade of summer,
    grass,
        dried out,
and reminiscent
    of a day
        when someday
was reality
    and filled
        with hope.
Someday
    was a word
        we used
            to taunt
                each other,
a distant spot
    we hungered for;
        but were anxious
            not to find
                too soon.
Someday
     was a yearning,
         a man I knew
and loved,
     in a someday
         sort of way,
because today
     was never quite
          his style.
Someday
     was a child
          we would have
              had,
                  but didn't,
a time I knew
    would come,
         but never has.