Untitled- For Hachiko

My dreams of elevated but synthetic happiness have disappeared
Replaced with disdainful nights of my darkest fears
I never thought I could be filled with so much sorrow
Because of someone who's only promise is tomorrow.

Tomorrow will become forever because tomorrow may just be a tool
A tool to quail my wishful thinking, my naivety; why can't I be stubborn like the bull?
You were supposed to be the most loyal of them all
But, my argument is somewhat unreasonable

Even though I can no longer see the promise made sometime ago
I still have hope, even though the Fates planned our tomorrow long ago
I will not call it wishful thinking, which I learned from you
Let's just say, and I have for so long, missed you.