Let the images become you,

as we see the end of the day,

falling into a yearning,

giving away the change of what was,

and letting it become what will be,

a difference in thinking,

tomorrow is not for us,

tomorrow is only for me,

yesterday was a memory.

today is soon to be forgotten,

the pain a window,

my soul bleeding,

poison me bitterness,

nursing my sorrow,

your smile was my reward,

but all the images are no longer new,

just memories,

memories of you…