Waiting for tomorrow, I gaze into yesterday with longing for all that was - a wisp of memory that eludes me - and wish for remembrance. The painful strokes of time - a thundering echo in my mind - carry me further away from all that I want and can't ever seem to touch - the past - misty and burdened and out of my reach, for all the battle wounds and the blood shed mean nothing to this muted, unforgiving present. It was all for now.

In light of all that's lost and everything gained, was it worth the sacrifice of the ones that were?

Holding close the smallest shreds of all my yesterdays, gathering them around my tattered hopes, I look upon the barely visible, yet unworn path to all of my tomorrows and step into the future. Time is unyielding.