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YESTERDAY

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Yesterday is a story of love, a story of war
Of my deep seated affection for
And my battle with desires lord

Yesterday is when I used my pen
To write words, rather than hope
Yesterday is when my heart pumped blood, rather than love
When my feet trod roads rather than dreams

Yesterday is the awakening of fresh coffee as it grazed my senses
And the romance of red wine as it kissed my lips
It is the red dress that caressed my body
And the sassiness it gave my step and the swing it gave my hips

Yesterday is when my fingers interlocked with…
Mine…and rested on my right thigh
And the wind whispered to me sweet nothings
I smiled because the sweetness of nothing is something!

Yesterday is my clock ticking backwards
To dark days and bright nights
To weakness, regret and to pain
To strength, contentment and great gain

I want to hold yesterday in my hand,
Wrap it in a paper box then set it on fire and watch it burn…
Still, yesterday is where I close my eyes to find rest
At every turn…

by Hauwa Sangjat Machunga

Source: https://jaydablessed.wordpress.com/2015/05/13/yesterday/

Picture Source: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/denisem23/697111/

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