There is no now, nor is there yesterday
There is no when, nor what has been
There is no tomorrow, nor what may be
They are woven together with threads
that are stripped from each heartbeat
into a tapestry of dreams and lost moments
A few threads may fray without loss
One may break and the pattern remains
But there is one thread that will unravel
My threads are frayed
There are many broken
I am hanging by a thread
There is no now, nor is there yesterday
There is no when, nor what has been
There is no tomorrow, there is forever
by Janet Boyd aka Bee Spit