If tomorrow will come

As I stand at the cusp,

I pause and think.

What had gone by,

Its kaleidoscope whirred in mind’s eye.

Those buried dreams,those inane desires,

Those silly joys,

Long gone and dead,

Now get a whiff of life,

Make tarried movements,

As they rouse from their hoary slumber.

I reminisce our camaraderie,

How we wove ivory castles,

That blew away,

With the gusts of life’s tempests.

They are just relics,

Consigned to the recesses deep inside.

I fondly hold on to them,

For that is all I have of what I wanted,

And still want.

As I stand at the cusp,

I wonder if they shall see the light of day.

I hope for that tomorrow to come,

But I wonder if that tomorrow will come!

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