Is it today or the other day?
For, I have lost the sense of time.
I remember the laden flowers in my funeral,
The flowers carefully plucked by
The hands that cared a lot about me.

But is it today or the other day?
I bid farewell to those beckoning hands
That used to curl me in its cradle and
Lull me asleep in its deep embrace.

Is it today or the other day?
I turned myself away from the warmth
Of your kiss and plunged myself
In the sea of remorse and guilt.
For, I have left you nothing but sadness.

Is it today or the other day?
I ceased to walk down the the ales,
Shaded with yellow and green.
Those lonely walks were filled with
Secrets that I shared with none, but you.

It must be today.
For, I have lost the sense of time
And you have taken a new path.