Perhaps now should not exist

Perhaps now should not exist. Yesterday was beautiful. Tomorrow is weightless, made of bubbles.
I created, proud— A god in the color of everything. A closeness without borders, Without the cold whisper of endurance.
How I reveled in having a god, Free from regret.
You created, afraid. You entangled me. And I was forgotten.
I remained, in the rhythm of seconds, Drowning in uncertainty, Separated from the bitter philosophy of the earth.
Now is an old lie, devoid of motion. A windowless nightmare Of my distant memories.
Perhaps now should not exist.