Yesterday: gone, but surely not forgotten.
All of our yesterdays shape us.
The good, the bad, the ugly,
all those yesterdays have likely held,
just as today and tomorrow will.
This life: a gamut of emotions.
They flood in and out continuously.
Yesterday, I wanted to grab hold,
keep the good, push the bad,
attach myself to whatever the feeling.
Today, tomorrow, and the following days
I hope to flow, with trust
that nothing sticks, except for love.
Love was there yesterday, and today,
and stays constant throughout it all.
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