Promise

tomorrow is nothing but a theory

the past, a warped permutation of memories

and while i'm trying to figure out what it is

that truly separates us

in this very moment, it doesn't seem so selfish

wanting to sit here with you

tonight

instead, we wait

each with our respective struggles

not sure of anything, yet

hoping to see one another by chance

or perhaps in a dream

now and then

for all we have

is an unspoken agreement

...a promise

that one day a theory

will become this very moment

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