Yesterday was Yesterday

Maybe yesterday is just another memory

A place where I no longer belong

A place where I can never go again

The birds will sing a different song

Even though my feet will walk the same path

My steps will change shape and form

As the weather changes, my face ages

and a new side of myself is born.

I caress who she is today

yesterday I can feel yet not see

even though I don’t recognise her face

I can still hear the bird’s sweet symphony.