summer: of yesterdays past

Eternity comes crashing down
on me when you're around
and life feels so much faster when
I'm pinned down to the ground.

(Forever feels inadequate
to make myself anew
and time flies that much quicker when
I spend it loving you.)

And nevermore a minute waste
in my uncertainty,
for I know time is wasting when
I waste it finding me.

And yesterday is just a day
that now is just a date,
but tomorrow's round the corner
for me (us) to celebrate.

I'm realising that this long summer vacation has stealthily dwindled down to nearly nothing and I've done none of the things I promised myself I'll do. For one, I wish I wrote a little more instead of taking such long breaks. And as much as I like to kid myself that restful is a good descriptor for this break, I would much prefer to be able to use the word fulfilling.

As for this piece, I couldn't decide which direction I wanted to take it, which explains the part in parenthesis. It could be read with the part included and the next stanza taken out, and with "me" being replaced by "us", or it could be read without the parts in parenthesis. I'm really not sure. There are a lot of things going on in my head now that I can't easily sort out into themes, and I pretty much poured this out in 30 minutes, which is much less time than I usually spend.