Time Goes By

It seems a year gone by is not very long, but a year from now is not worth considering much less planning for.  It is that far away.  Some days, ten or even twenty years ago is almost close enough to touch.  Moments and memories in that time are so vital, so real, while tomorrow offers so little of interest.  There are things long over and friends long dead who touch me with such power, but today -- while it offers its own delights and satisfaction -- is never quite at that level.  It is not fillable with the same intensity or sadness or joy.  I sometimes wonder why this is so, but not very often and less even as time goes by.