Yesterday was a trash can with a bottle or two of soju.
An exclamation point after a clause that started out with an ellipsis.
It was a sky tinged with the warmth of wine, right before the darkness.
It was the ringing laughter right before the thick weight of the silence.
Today is an empty couch that is too big for one person.
A question mark that pretends to declare a statement.
It was the charcoal sky – remains of the fire-lit farewell of a dying sun.
It was the sound of fading footsteps along the crowdless corridor.
But tomorrow is a period that has not left its mark yet.
An ending that is too soon to happen, but too late to begin now.
It is a golden glimmer that we have yet to glimpse.