Tomorrow

by Jun

If the world ends tomorrow,
i would have ,
by then, amassed a gigantic suitcase of regrets,
wishful hopes,
misguided wisdom,
and other silly things,
All smashed into a package of unimaginable size.
This suitcase would remain exactly where it was packed.
It would be too heavy to move.
I would sit atop, beside where the handle would be,
and eat a bag of potato chips,
slowly, and giving each one a name as i go along.
Watching the world burn into oblivion,
swinging my legs,
humming the last song i remember.
And i would wonder,
at that very moment,
what song she would be humming.
And perhaps,
my very last wishful thought,
would be maybe,
just maybe,
we would be humming the very same song.

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