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,