Afternoon

Today’s afternoon is quiet and nice, despite the storm and all.
Yesterday’s afternoon was quiet and nice, despite the emptiness and all.
Last week’s afternoon was quiet and nice, despite the uneasiness and all.
Last month’s afternoon was quiet and nice, despite the fear and all.
Last year’s afternoon was gleeful and fun, despite the exhaustion and all.

Nine years ago, the afternoon was calm and peaceful, within the mourn and all.
Ten years ago, the afternoon was bright and full of laughter, without the fear of losing and all.
Eleven years ago, the afternoon was just the afternoon, without anyone recognized it passed.
Twelve years ago, the afternoon was forgotten, memory secluded behind hazy barrier.
Thirteen years ago, nothing could be memorized.

Takes time for granted, they say.
Today’s 11:00 a.m. isn’t the same as yesterday’s 11:00 a.m.
Last year’s 14:00 p.m. will not happen again at today’s 14:00 p.m, or at any other time in the future.
Today’s bliss belongs to today.
Last year’s bliss belongs to last year.
So does its mourn. So do its tears.
While it’s happening, takes them for granted.
Feel them. Memorize them. Embrace them.
For it wouldn’t happen again in the future.
Acknowledge their existence.
For it only happened once.

Today’s afternoon is quiet and nice, despite the storm and all.
The storm starts brewing and ready to wreck everything on its way.
I feel. I memorize. I embrace.
I acknowledge the storm.