Your Yesterday

With the stroke of a hand,
feverishly
dragging at my heart,
I’m left in a world
you call
yesterday.

The ticking pulls in slow
wicked movements.
Mocking.
Telling me I can’t.
Forcing my heart to work
overtime.

Some days
I don’t know if I canโ€”
most days,
I wonder if I can…
make it.

Every day
I can’t
live without you.

My heart strings wind
with the demon
clock
wrapping my everything
in minutes
and hours.

I will fight
every second
until
my time is halted
and your yesterday
is permanently stuck

on our today.

 

 

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