How quickly yesterday’s great future
became the longing incompleteness of today.
We drive onward through the regret
Of yesterday’s lost hopes,
life’s abrupt changes
scattered about in
newspaper stories of the day.

The illusion takes the eye to darkness;
I amuse my heart with countless reminiscences.
This sorrow bittered by
the lost plans that could never have been.

The morning bursts through to end
another night I’ve lived through.

I see
the holes in this existence
as missing pieces of a jigsaw puzzle,
where one can see the whole,
can see what could have been,
but remain frustrated at the incompleteness,
of what never will be.

Such is today.

And the great future I see from today
is all that keeps me.

It’s all that lets me down.