Why?

Yesterday

Everything was okay.

We were sitting by the fire,

Its warmth caressing our skin.

Your arms embraced me,

spoke of love.

Today

Everything is wrong.

I am sitting by your tomb,

Coldness piercing my skin.

My mum embraces me,

speaks of fate.

Tomorrow

Everything will be wrong.

I will be sitting by your picture,

Nothing caressing my skin.

No one will embrace me,

will speak of love.

Everything that stays

Is memory.

Memory of days

When there have been feelings

And not this endless

Nothingness.