Forgotten

Gone are the memories,
the memories of tomorrow.
Forgotten like the wind,
the wind that harrows.

Shallow are these thoughts,
the thoughts that follow
just like the moments
the moments of sorrow.

Fleeting are these glances,
the glances of yesterday
defining us day by day.

Where were those laughters,
the laughters of today
the one that tell us to stay stay stay.

Passing are these embraces,
these embraces of May,
evaporating like the passion
the passion we crave.

What happened to the times,
the times that stayed,
only to be lost day after day.
These are the stories of all my days,
now they have all gone away.