Forever is a vain in disdain
Perhaps forever doesn't exist
and if it did
it'd be like
"Tomorrow Never Comes"

People dressed in forever don't last winter
So are the memories frozen in time  

"Always" is a word
I preferred
The irony behind it remained
calm and composed
irrespective of time
But it wasn't good enough
as it brings forth
trepidation

I could treasure memories
as autumn leaves
the fine imprints of shades and pattern
pressed in my diary pages
Maybe I should
Maybe that's how it's meant to be

But is it selfish to plant a tree in my backyard?
To bask in the shade all the time?
I'll never know

While feelings inchoate
emanation of expectations arise
like the puddles of joy
one would leap into
One could exchange origami
of paper boats
in secret love notes
sailing
only to drown
And when you rip history pages
you'll find the trapped echoes of silenced wars

Expectations are indeed
a guillotine
beheading hopes
And the vestiges
are the stoic we linger on

When 'Forever' sunk and
'Always' deemed unfit
'For Now' kissed my aching heart
injecting numb
You'll find me now in crowded places
lost in solitude