Why ever should you know me?

Today is unlike yesterday,
I am something new.

Similar in skin and bone
yet
differing in hue.

Whatever it was is
wherever it went and
whomever was there has
gone.

The things I thought I wanted once
were demons all along.

As born we are,
so in death we'll be.
Likewise,
so the length
between.

A fleeting glance
a stolen kiss
none does this moment
mean.

So on our race toward epitaphs
a moment's mark is all we're given.

As our brevity,
weighs heavily,
on our tragic souls
imprisoned.