Whence forth was once behind me,

Stored in vague memories of things done,

Encounters of note, or not.

Like a long lost photo,

Unremembered till exposed once again.

 

Now there is no before,

No separate time of reflection,

Of those thoughts or actions,

Which may have changed a course,

Littered with consolations or regrets.

 

Today is not alone,

Not even friends with yesterdays,

As they are not past,

But as present as now.

 

The new word is always,

Without tense.