The only vivid is the depiction of the past
The present is still an unfolding
And the future distant
A conviction that is carried today
Was birthed in an event called history
Yet it impregnates us
Into the future
Living in the now.
Written in bloodstained ink
Written in pencil led is the present
Written in conception
I remember this time last year
You next to me here
But I know when today disappears
The future tells me
Your presence will never be there.