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  • “Chancing Clouds” by Elizabeth Kirby ‘22

Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow
​by Jorge Biaggi '19

One yesterday you stood with me.
“Partners ‘til the end!
Hand in hand for the rest of days!
Or until we turn this bend!”


Another yesterday I said I loved you.
You said that you did too.
But a silent sob to a muffled cry.
Made it all more true.


Yesterday you kissed me.
And said I’ll be alright.
There we sat until the dark.
Why’d you take that flight?


It’s sunny out again today.
Sky’s are clear and blue.
I used to be happier on these days.
Bless that ocean hue.


I’d reach out and grab a cloud today
Bring it down to earth.
Tuft it gently just for you.
Give it some more worth.


To have my little cloud today.
All sitting nice and puffed.
A reminder it’s from me you’ll say.
When I send it right back up.


And tomorrow I’ll be waiting.
At our old spot just for us.
Waiting for you to be there with me.
Though I know you’ll never come.


And tomorrow I’ll be married.
To a girl that isn’t you.
Funny, just then I’d forgotten the promise we made.
And I hope you did so too.


And tomorrow I’ll be with you.
At last, at long, long last.
Maybe the fields of Elysium.
Will look just like our past.
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