After storms and hurricane.
After emotions were beaten up by waves of rage.
After few calculations that is being said near to impossible
to reach a definitive answer,
we were left with nothing more to bring to light.

Despite the vast emptiness of space,
of blurry images,
some things are meant to be neatly kept.

That is, the honor of us.
The ties upon the feeling of us being friends, family,
maybe even more.

For the remembrance of occasions we created along the way,
piece by piece of it, will I keep
and will not be ceased
nevertheless the lacks.

After all, to be a fool is to regret
the failed maneuvres that we accidentally picked up
across the destinations.

For the flowers that are deemed to wilt
will be long-lost forgotten
after the new one has bloom.