Residue

I finally washed off the residue of today.

Cleansing my pores,
I tried to remember tomorrow,
prepare myself for a new semester,
create a plan for some distant future.
I tried, but it didn't remove my
residual emotions.

Happiness. That after months of separation,
a reunion came.
Fear that I wouldn't make it home, and
that she wouldn't remember my face.
Love. For the people who have never ceased
to love me too.
Pain, because every hello is eventually a goodbye. And
Sadness. Because that goodbye eventually came.

And because when I wake up tomorrow,
today will be the past
and I will have to leave it there.