Yesterday

there won't come a monsoon or a crescent moon
a song that Bill sings that doesn't remind me
a dance in the spring, a book that I read
that doesn't remind me of you

there won't come a dream and how they seemed
a fantasy of sand and the sea
a Yesterday place, the sweet spot you grace
that I have buried deep down in my heart

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License