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Yesterday's Wishes
It is a quarter turn at best
or a full leap
from not looking yesterday in the eye
to then smothering it in kisses
as exhausting as those long nights
delirious to what will bring closure
I don't now reside in that home -
maybe that builds a stronger constitution
as I swallow down the past
risk regurgitation at every interaction
it is a sickness in itself
nothing can be undone
I don't want to be the one neglecting
we are all still on this plain, as roles reverse
let's not waste years, repeating
as I'm sickened by my selfishness
forgiveness often has that bitter taste
haunting can turn into bile
all choices made at great cost, ad nauseam
wishes are ill spent on yesterday
like pennies lost down the back of dirty sofas
that turn your stomach
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Di11y Da11y
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