On fait comment

Some days, we are still meant to be
– I fear today is one,
as was yesterday and the day before.
Some days, your voice still echoes in my soul
– I fear today is one,
your song plays forever behind these walls.
Some days, I feel your arm brush against mine
– I fear today is one,
as sharp a memento as it has always been.

Some days, I wonder if your hair falls the same,
if your smile still breaks a hundred hearts,
if your dreams still ignite a thousand worlds.

– I fear today
you might swallow me whole.
On fait comment, you asked once,
pour pas y penser?
– I fear today I finally understand.

I fear today, most of all,
tomorrow.

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