You are my constant companion.

Yet never the same.

You are invaluable, scarce,

Yet seldom treasured.

You are finite, fleeting,

Yet easily squandered.

You are craved and beseeched,

Yet readily killed.

You are my first and last thought,

Yet quicky forgotten.

You are past and future,

Yet never present.

For however long I may yearn for you,

You are already gone.