Last night I realized
My excitement for
Events that were
Not yet my life.
Upon return,
It's all in the past,
It's all a memory.
All my life is,
Is this moment,
And what I can remember.
What I cannot see,
Does not exist,
And to think I
Would have mourned.
I fell in love with life.
What I cannot see
Does not exist.
All my life is memories.
To last night?
We're shells.
We're nothings.