yesterday,
yesterday,
today and tomorrow
Today
I open a book
Not an ordinary
book,
An album
Contains memory
of us all.
***
"Look."
Wrinkled hand
point at a memory saved in an old picture.
"That's at
the end the first summer in the Digiworld."
Words hyptonize
all of us
Making us
travelled through times
To the moments of
yesterday
No one like to
comment
Eyes all closing
Recalling every
piece of memories...
of the past...
Of ourselves
The first time we
showed our courage
The first time we
bonded ourselves through friendship
That's the time
when we started to know each other
Where we tried to
trust each other with the reliability
The first time we
had the knowledge opened our eyes
To see a brand
new world
From a brand new
Point of View
One drop
Two drop
Before we know it
Tears are falling
down...
From the once
deep orb center of sight
Down to the old
skin eaten by age
Down to the
fragile jaw
To the Earth...
Jewels in many
colors keep bearing its child...
Remembering the
time when we were still in our purities
When we were
still wishing our hope to the light of stars
When we were
fulfilling each other thirsts with kindness
And then...
started to fall
in love
with each other
with friends
with soulmates
with the world...
And before I knew
it,
I had fell in
love with my childhood,
with my
yesterday...
I know you all
felt it too.
If not,
Why are you doing
it right now?
"Damnit."
A cussing word
from one of you
Mad because
everything's changed...
Nothing's the
same
Suddenly,
It's finished...
The old book
containing memories of yesterday is closed...
With nothing to
do anymore
All's finished...
All
is
finished
***
Today
I closed the same
book
Watching to your
closing eyes
Screaming in your
heart
Because of today
And the
never-coming-back yesterday
I heard them
all...
The Spontaneous
Soccer Player
The Rebel
The Loving Mother
4, 5, 6, until
the last, the 12th,
Boy Genius
I'm no different
from you
"Yesterday's
a precious moment"
"We can't
forget it."
"But
today..." I stopped
"We can
still walking hand in hand."
"For our
tomorrow."
My shaking voice
said
As if it wants to
say...
"It never
ends."
There's
yesterday...
And there's
today...
But there's
always tomorrow...
***
Today
I close the door
After saying
goodbye to all my friends
Today
I put the album
back to the special place
Here in my heart
I smiled,
Scanning back
pages after pages...
I know I won't
dare to say goodbye to yesterday...
Because I'll meet
it again,
In tomorrow.
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Explanation: It's a poem fic.
There're dialogues, so I conclude this is a poem fic. It's more
than 200 words, I've counted it. And about *I* here, why I could
fall in love with it. It made me remember about my childhood, not
I'm the same *exactly* the same. But the struggle. We all need
all the crests to survive our life. And that would be a wonderful
experience of our pasts, when the first time we do our best...
Maybe, in the future, when I really open back any things related
to Digimon, like the picture or the fanfic, or VCD, or
anything... I will cry, for the same reasons as in the poem.
After you. And about a theme, I
read this beautiful words, and inspired by it;
Yesterday's
history, Tomorrow's mistery
Today's a gift,
That's why it called present
I don't know who
write it, but it's very beautiful.
