Splash the walls with the colors of yesterday--
But love the color of tomorrow.
My name was yesterday.
They called me the past, but
I was the future. Or maybe I was but never going anywhere. Cling
Somewhere in between the two On, I am a memory, a :
Like the horizon, that thin blue string Possibility too. :
Of bravado, that seems so far yet so tiny. I'll never leave you. :
You left me, but I never let your hand go, :
Those rose-blush fingertips clinging to empty p and around :
Shells of time, climbing at an amble, slowly u