Till We Meet Again...

Today I have to live
Today I have to see
Today I know my heart
Today I ask for tomorrow
Today I look back on yesterday
I kept dreaming about today, today
And then a soft voice whispered
It's today, where're you lost.

Can you find those strange butterflies? I feel them no more. They were a part of my yesterday. I think, I felt nice and young. Today, I wonder, I know not anymore what I feel. Or probably, I'm too busy to feel.
I see myself through spinning glass doors, wishing through those hallways, I reached your room. I smelt the mahogany handle, no surprises! She was there too! She was always there. Mostly before I was there, and most surely after I left.
I told myself I was dreaming and kept waking each day with a smile only to find her smell linger on my wardrobe.
Months went by and I still kept dreaming of today. A horrid smell of burnt charcoal pervaded the room and I burst into a sweat. Was I still dreaming or am I really wishing her to die? I ran from room to room, wishing my palace were just a room. I screamed your name again and again hoping you would find me, save me. BOOM! The bang of bright fire burst through the doors and I fell off the staircase. The flames began to rise up the curtains while my body lay bruised on the floor. I saw her draggin you with her. Oh! I wish I were burning down myself,my heart and you than seeing that ghost of a nymph drag you away....

Like thunderous hooves the fire flamed, my body begging every breath...There's nothing that can change my last moment, your whispers float in the wind...hmm...at last,I can bereave my dolor...my charred flesh, once like a flower, now languishes along the wooden floor...

You walk through that door, I can feel my smile yearning for your touch...You came back for me, I knew you would, you always did...All of a sudden I felt Like yours. Yes, I am yours once again. Those arms of hope and together were us, for years and years. As i bask in that embrace, you lead me out of my house..Butterflies sing that merry song, the skies have a soft blue...Your face is an angelic picture shining through my black strands...you were crazy about them...I looked up and loved us...To myself, I say, 'We are the last chapter of lives together'..Until..Until...........................................

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I saw those pearly gates close on us, and I smiled...You were the last memory before I closed my eyes...