Yesterdays past;

Was it really all those years ago
when we were, what we're not today?

It feels just like yesterday
that I was remembering your laugh
and how I loved to feel it within me.

In remembering your smile now
and how it glowed against the night sky
I recall a perfection in all that
my mind had made of you.

I even remember your perfect little lips
and how you were always trying to kiss me with them.

But then that was the problem, wasn't it?
That's why we stopped being friends.

Somewhere amidst all the fun we were having,
love for your potential grew within my heart,
but I always was bumping up against the You,
that you, were never going to blossom into.

I didn't tell you, but you knew anyway,
and in that, you learned to withdraw from the power
of my presence upon your present,
and yet, still
each time you fell,
my phone still rings,
the inbox(s) explodes.

Roses,
get needlessly trampled under the Farenhieght.

Yet, Ms. yesterday;

Though I wish things could have been different for you,
Just as we've both wished you wouldn't run away, again.
Life isn't a series of yesterdays to live today within...