You Where My Yesterday
You were my yesterday, a fading light,
A memory wrapped in the folds of night.
Not my today, where the hours now bloom,
Nor my tomorrow, where dreams find room.
Your voice, a whisper, distant and gray,
Belongs to the shadows, not to my day.
The path we walked has turned to dust,
A story unraveled, a broken trust.
I carry the lessons, not the pain,
No need to revisit that old refrain.
For yesterday lives where it must stay—
Behind the dawn of a brighter day.
About the Creator
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Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.
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