The Past's Present

Unwrapping that present

New, shiny, and unburdened.

Looking forward to that new gift

All day

All night.

But soon, weeks pass

Dust layers

By layers.

Shine dulls

And dulls.

That present is now past

A gift never cared for or used.

It’s the stuff of dreams

The meat of our desires

Daily dreaming

Periodical pondering

Wanting what will be to be today’s now.

Forgetting the now for tomorrow’s today.

Wishing for a day that isn’t then.




It’s all gone.

The now you desired is today

But the past you dreaded is the tomorrow’s today you want now.

Never did you dream

That you’d want

The past’s present.





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