“Don’t bring the past into the present and don’t project the present into the future.”

― Brittany Burgunder

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Then …

is lost in a cloud of vague and shadowy memories,
and comes in waves of melancholy nostalgia
for that distant time;
how can it have been so long ago?

Now …

is enduring the present,
each day blending into the next.
The clocks tick so slowly
yet day passes into night
into day into night
in a never ending cycle.

When …

is that far horizon
shrouded in fog,
beckoning me towards it relentlessly.
How far it is I cannot know;
it could be tomorrow or many years hence.

But I know
that all too soon,
now will become then,
the fog will clear,
and I will realise I have reached the end.

And the clocks will stop ticking.