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Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow
you came to me last night,
beneath cold sheets and by way of slumber.
you, the phantom cloaked in despair, brought three pains:
yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
yesterday. beauty.
life had been so simple;
we laughed our way through
meaningless conversations filled with empty words.
I was merely a child in my understanding,
watching blindly as deceit was pulled in front of my eyes.
today. awakening.
My, how twenty-four hours can strengthen the senses,
allowing me to feel what could not see.
no longer innocent, no longer naïve,
I can finally grasp the realities once masked by my insolence.
this morning the sun rose just as it always has,
but it now sets for an entirely different reason.
tomorrow. mystery.
how am I to look upon your face and into your eyes,
knowing I can actually see you?
how am I to pretend I can’t feel the sting of yesterdays past?
Oh, how it hurts to fall in love,
and more so to fall out.
So I come to you now,
just a shadow playing at your mind’s edge.
I come to you not in displeasure or contentment,
but as a reminder that the pain of tomorrow can be avoided
if you live by me tonight.
