Answer:
One simple click, one simple flash. A piece of memory, for years I'll last. What am I?
You buy me to eat, but never eat me. What am I?
My geometry is lost in the night to be found in daylight's break. The rigors of time have torn me to shreds, yet I stand to protect that which lies within. What am I?
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
Late afternoons I often bathe. I'll soak in water piping hot. My essence goes through. My see through clothes. Used up am I - I've gone to pot.
What is always coming but never arrives?