When is it?

Why is it?

Does it know?

Why does it not show if it knows?

Why do we not see what was before?

Everlasting evermore, the land of the before opens its door.

Lost adrift in time, waiting for the memories,

The memories stuck for centuries.

The memories are stirring, the before is rushing to the after,

The after is running forward in fits of hysterical laughter.

I'm in the middle drifting endlessly as they race through my mind.

But

I can't

C a t c h

T

       H

              E

- and it was gone.