Back then was everything

If I look at this life,

At today, or tomorrow

Yesterday, I see what is behind me

I see your face, my smile

exactly the way we once were.

Still I wake up tomorrow, 

another day of pretending.

This is okay, but inside denial.

more and more hollow,

the way my heart aches,

so I don't look for tomorrows.

I much rather turn around,

and look upon those yesterdays,

because right now, the next day,

they seem less worth while

They are as empty then

as they are now,

yesterday is worth my gaze.

back then was everything.


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