Past (Time is everything)

Fleeting

I reach out for your hand and what remains is a memory

Dreaming

When youth was ripe, when wonder was present in every...

Hah...present, I'll never be

at the most, nostalgia, if it was a good memory

Memories

What we have, what you'll make, even in the recess of your mind you will remember me

Remember me?

A burden, a gift or just not thinking at all, accepting your fate

Never

Never to meet, yet forever reminiscing of what was, even in the littlest ways, Wait!

... You still think of me

As you hear others saying to forget, you remember clearly and grow up quicker than them

Remnants

I taught you well and we both will teach the next generation whether it be yours or not. Don't forget that humility isn't the dead oak but the reed who survived by bending its stem

History

Is what I read to you, be it books or nursery rhymes, showed through art, taught you at school and helped you at work

Grateful and Guilt ridden

So that's what you feel towards me? Like bitter chocolate, bitter joy, bittersweet. Time 'bitters', it's shown in scars even if they heal after hurt

Burden yet Hope

Is what "bitter" means to me, though I couldn't care less about the little things, the bombs and feasts always get me.

You are at my existence, either obsessed or cursing

It never lasts

Just like a band-aid, peace slowly peels of with pain as the wound and the solution as the ointment. But once the band-aid has fallen it's only a matter of time before the scar fades and you forget. The result of a lesson you seem to never learn.

Time is everything