Poetry

Remember. I'll see you soon.

Like water in the ocean that swells, wave after wave,
I'll always remember you and never leave you,
Waiting near your grave.

And as the day passes and the present becomes past,
I'll always be the one to leave the last.

And as waves lash against the shore,
All I need is your memory and nothing more.

But sometime in the future, the day will come,
When I'll be the one standing in front of the gun,

And get shot mercilessly, without a second thought

And remember all the things to me you had brought.

As I would silently hit the ground,
I understood the new insight I had found.

I will see you soon, don't worry.

Then we can tell all the people staying with you our story:
How we lived, how we left.

I wonder which adventure and what people are coming towards us next.