From Today Into Yesterday

Where do they come from,
These desires of today,
To relive the golden memories of yesterday.

Why do they come,
When I did not call them here.
And why did they then leave,
When I did not send them away;

Leaving me with a void,
One moment empty,
Another moment heavier than I can lift,
Choking me on both counts.

Once that which gave me life,
Beckons me to call out again,
But gone is the sunlight that used to feed it.

Be gone, sweet memories, halt your dreams,
You can no longer be brought back to life.