Future Memory

Here and now, I hear your voice, but it's like an echo from somewhere else. I see your face and I watch you move. I could reach out and I'd feel your skin and I'd know you're there, but it's like seeing a ghost and touching empty air. Here in this place we're together, but time is spinning around us and I'm watching you age, even though it's only been seconds. Those seconds to me are an eternity. They're a lifetimes worth of pain and joy; of success and failure. Then there's an emptiness. It's a place that you'll go to and I won't get to follow. It's a you that will exist that I'll never get to know. It's a life that lives beyond this eternity. Here and now I realize, this moment in which we exist, is only a future memory and the you that I've known is already gone.

In the tapestry of moments, here and now,

Your voice, an echo, a whisper somehow.

I see your face, a fleeting trace,

Time spins around, a transient space.

I reach out, touching empty air,

A ghostly presence, a silent affair.

In this place, we're together, entwined,

Yet, time ages you, a moment confined.

Seconds stretch, an eternity's span,

Pain and joy, the life of a man.

Success and failure, woven threads,

In the here and now, where time treads.

Then, an emptiness, a distant tomorrow,

A place you'll go, beyond my sorrow.

A life unknown, a you I can't follow,

A future memory, a bittersweet swallow.

Here and now, I realize the truth,

Moments we share, the eternal youth.

In this existence, a fleeting reverie,

A future memory, of you and me.

Poem is AI generated based off my text.