Of Yesterday
I was in to you then
When the air pressed time against fallen sycamore leaves
Wondering as children do with nature
If tomorrow would bring the stars
A hint of luck perhaps
Or you
I was just that nieve
When school grades were most of my worries
And love was blinding my judgement
Where I, your parents worst nightmare
Moved mountains at your beckoning
I am remembering
You as a lasting beam of light
This day
Our anniversary brings back old feelings of joy
Of innocent laughter
Secret dates at local parks
Hiding our feelings to go to the prom
Dancing past elders who couldn't believe
That two different worlds could unit
I had fallen for you
Before we put on graduation gowns
Before we went our seperate ways
You became the reason I woke
Each day, like a sun masking starry skys
And I was your epitaph
Not just your yesterday
poem by O.S. Brooks
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