Dearest Future Self,
Please meet me at the stars,
For I will disperse like a dust
Drifting and fading
Of this broken old me.
Prepare a banquet in the clouds,
For thy wind will drizzle
My shattered dreams and
Sing to me a sweet melody in the sky,
For my heart lament-
My soul withered
Of this unrequited love of mine.
Wrap me with your arms beneath the sun,
For I’m cover with the shivery coldness of the past.
Welcome me with kindness and fond,
Before this old me wave its last.