Yesterday’s World

Yesterday’s World

Yesterday was slow,

a place that breathed pain,

old rooms holding silence,

memories calling my name.

I walked those halls,

feeling years on my skin,

each step a reminder,

of all I could not keep.

Yesterday stayed heavy,

like a storm never moving,

its weight in my hands,

its sorrow in my chest.

I touched old letters,

creased with longing,

stories half remembered,

lives fading in dust.

The window felt tired,

watching seasons fall,

as if even the light,

had forgotten my face.

I stood in the doorway,

listening for voices,

hoping for one heartbeat,

to rise from the past.