That our tomorrows could be endless. That we could be more than vapor
That each moment did not move us
Towards that which we cannot know.
The happiness of each moment
Is tinged by its finiteness
And I miss the present
Fearing the future.
Could I rest for a moment
And be here in the now
Unconcerned with an endless tomorrow
But basking in the heat of today.
In your newness
I see past you
To you without me
And all that I would miss
And for this I am sorry and ashamed.