"It Will Be A Great Day"

I woke up one morning and said,

“It will be a great day.”

The sun will shine,

the sky will be clear,

the grass will sway to the music of the winds.

It will be a great day.

There’s no explanation on how people meet,

but we did.

We did.

I said “Hello.”

You said “Hey.”

It was really nothing special.

It will be a great day.

Do you see how much has changed?

We went from talking about the difference of French and Spanish

to when will our next favorite show air

We went from talking about our favorite songs by Adele

to talking about our nightmares

We went from talking about those movies

To those books

To those poetries

To those dreams

To our own inadequacies

We talked, and talked, and talked.

Our conversations started from small chitchats

Small, like atoms

Little, like children

But all of those were meaningful,

all of those were colorful.

Then those atoms collided,

those chitchats became stories.

We started at seven in the evening

to three in the morning

Just enough for us to get an hour worth of sleep before school starts.

The topics were random, the ideas were spontaneous.

It was funny,

because even though we hardly rested at all,

we still go to school to study and say,

“It will be a great day.”

But then the colors faded.

So fast, even I did not see it coming.

Maybe you found another person.

Or maybe I’ve given shorter time.

Maybe we ran out of similarities.

Or maybe we didn’t see the signs.

The signs,

that told us when to wait.

That told us when to go.

That told us when to stop.

Maybe it was not another person.

Maybe it was not about the time.

Maybe there were still similarities.

Maybe it does not have to do anything with the signs.

Or the colors.

Maybe it only has to do something with the two of us.

Just the two of us.

The two of us, who loved Adele,

who loved poetries

who loved books

who loved art

so much, that we didn’t see the two of us as a masterpiece.

Maybe it’s just not meant to be.

So when we see each other again,

don’t worry.

Because I’d still say “Hello.”

And you might still say “Hey.”

And we might even talk with each other again

And it will be another great day.

Maybe, without you, just not the same.

Hello! It has been more than a month since my very first post, so here's a copy of one of my poems. I actually performed this at school for my Creative Writing class. This poem is close to my heart because I would not really be able to make this without a good inspiration. I guess all things really do happen for a reason. Thank you for reading. All the love!

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