That time,
I remember it as if
it was yesterday
and to some extent
it was.

we are never far away
from tomorrow and
definitely not from
yesterday.

But it's funny
how memories fade,
what was once glorious
sunshine
sometimes becomes
some time in the shade.

as if distortions occur
scabbing over the times
we were there.

instant replays
I'm famous for those
putting everything back
to where I think it
goes.


Time's
like a boomerang
you can throw it away,
but it comes back
and yet,

and yet
we slowly whittle it away.

yesterday
is here everyday,
the only difference is
in
the day we look for it.

I'm here and now
somehow,
for how long
remains to be seen.