till tomorrow, tomorrow?

tomorrow
i will see you
won't i

even if 
the sun may retire
and the moon
just quits
on us
i will see you
tomorrow
won't i

even if
the pastures burn
the green turns ember
and the rivers dry
and the fishes and the mermaids
die
the unicorns go extinct
and the rainbow becomes
just a clumsy bow
lying beside
a hastily opened 
gift
and the gift
itself gets left behind
from when you move
to a new place
and that place itself becomes old
becomes a place where music does not live
it does not move

tomorrow
i'll see you
won't i

even if 
we evolve to a stage
where this organ
the heart
is rendered
vestigial
and the only
thing that beats 
within us
are our folded fists
against our temples

tomorrow
i'll see you 
won't i

even if
i grow too old
too forgetful
to remember this conversation
this promise

tomorrow
i'll see you 
won't i

          is this 
          because i am so fond of you
          or is it
          because i am too afraid to die

either way

tomorrow
i'll see you 
won't i