Yesterday had just arrived
When tomorrow took its place.
Today was lost in a sea of cares
That drowned the memory of your face.
Then you surfaced not far off,
The sunlight forced its way to Earth.
The wind went wild when yesterday arrived.
I sat alone in a crowded room.
Not a word I heard nor spoke.
Am I a stone to stay so cold?
Am I a fool to yet feel hope?
Pages of your manuscript,
Catch the breeze and float to Earth.
They rest forgotten on the crowded floor.
Remnants lined with fractured words,
Truth in fragments yet again
Lies abandoned at your door,
Silence I cannot pretend
To wish for or know how to mend.
Still I dream I’ll find a friend
Who may still understand these fractured words.