Tomorrow

Today will be a cherished history

And tomorrow a charismatic Frisbee

Tomorrow I’ll not walk through the corridor

Which were so welcoming ten years ago,

Tomorrow I’ll not be greeted and fueled in by the song

Which was composed ten years ago,

Tomorrow I’ll not be embraced

By your wet kisses and warm hugs

I'll not be glared by your glassy eyes retrospecting memories

Which were woven ten years ago.

Today I see each of you

Longing to live back those ten years again

Longing to spill tears and revive what was yours once again

Longing to feel and correct those follies and memories yet to be etched in the frame.

Today we stand in front of an abyss

Today we part ways never to converge again

Today we bid adieu to the last fray

And solemnly promise to speak to the ghosts of our past everyday.