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
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
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