January [10] 2017 - time travel

I remember our next times like I time traveled. 
and this might just be my mind unraveled but
I miss my tomorrows with you.
The todays of tomorrow hold fading candle light to
the todays that have gone
and I'm forced to borrow butterflies
from experiences I'd have to be present in past times to feel.

The last time I went back in time
I saw only remnants of who you were
and those portions were still beautiful,
peace to our dying world.