I Mourn the Loss

Of yesterday,

A yesterday where all my moments dwell

And a wish for not the halting of time,
but for its advancement to slow.
 

 I mourn the loss,

Of all who came,

All who came into my world

But now no more than dusty memories.
 

 I mourn the loss,

Of each year,

Each year that came and left

Shaving off another year from that face.
 

 I mourn the loss,

Of the day,

The day that was bright and sunny

Now shifting colours from that brightness

Into the singleness of the night.
 

I mourn the loss,

Of myself,

Myself who was here in this moment

And then scraped away once a new moment arrived.
 

 I mourn the loss,

Of today,

Today where I stay and feel everything

But will soon switch into what was,

Never to come again.