If there was ever a time to be needed
He’d like it to always be today
Today, when there’s nothing to need but deep, eternal sleep
Now when the body is growing cold
If there was ever a time to be haunted
He’d like it to always be tomorrow
Tomorrow, when everything is unknown; and everything that is certain is lost to ambivalence and chance
Tomorrow, when their grave has been filled and all the tears needing shedding have been shed
If there was ever a time to be loathed
He’d like it to always be yesterday
Yesterday, when everything to happen has happened and certainties have been set in the hallowed stone of ancient tombs
Yesterday, when final goodbyes have been said and promises to live forever were broken
If there was a time to be remembered
They’d like it to always be always
Always, when their bodies fade to skeletons, skeletons fade to soil, memories fade to gentle musings on gentle starlit nights
Always, when the only trace of their lives is written across heavenly skies
If there was a time to be forgotten
He’d like it to always be never
Never, even when the world has shifted on its axis
and cities are nothing but overgrown ruins and there is no one left to be
Never, even when there is no one left with eyes to cry
To be needed today
To be haunted tomorrow
To be loathed yesterday
To be remembered always
And never be forgotten
