Longing For Yesterday Today Everyday

a firefly kisses me unexpectedly perhaps it is a symbol of hope i then smell the familiar scent of her it feels like yesterday returning to today sitting on the now worn deck caring about nothing, again i dwell on the past everywhere i turn i see the creations of beauty you conjured up it feels like yesterday returning to today the cat now sits on the edge in a misunderstood anticipation perhaps it is a sign of things to soon come i then feel the unforgotten sense of a presence long since gone it feels like yesterday returning to today if there was a way i could wake this present time up, then i would if there was a way i could magically change the way things went down, then i would if there was a way i could make all the tears cried into a wishing well, then i would maybe then i could make this miracle in my head happen instead i am mister at the tale end of the color purple though on certain days i find a smile, today's quiet is as eerie as the realization of why