Alas, alas, it comes to this.
For you know me well.
In turn only to find,
That you knew me once.
Was I not before you just yesterday?
In that guise that screams your notice?
Was this shell so thin?
That this ghost now holds no sway?
In time, with time, I long, I sigh.
It is not permanence, my dear, so take heart.
This pale reflection was once in dreams.
Where tomorrow it will fall again.