Nocturne

my horoscope says i'd meet you today

Who would've predicted

that the future you've

written in your dreams will

not be the same as how

the present rehearsed itself.
 
  
     
I am not in your present.

I am in your past,

dancing still, in between

the palm of your hands.
 
  
  
You told me there were nights when you were scared of waking up the next day.

You're telling yourself, that today still feels like yesterday.

You'll tell her tomorrow,
that the past, the present, and the future may exist in the same day.

  
  
If I meet you today, would it change tomorrow?

If we never met, will we skip the ending?

Author's note:
I'm trying to write one poem a day for the whole poetry month of April. Will be trying to post on this collection daily, and also share some more on my Instagram account: @ciellomaxin.

(I used the word "trying" twice so you know what to expect haha, but I'm looking forward to do this. :) )