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