Yesterday

Faded memories sleep in dusty frames, 
lining a wall where the words meant everything.
A sunny day, bridal veil dancing in the breeze.
Rainy afternoons, boots jumping in puddles.
All these are just reminders of yesterday.

Now the frames are cracked, worn with age.
too many bad images litter the faux smiles,
too many insolent screams volleyed in this room.
Now the people in the photos are gone,
reminding me of the yesterday I long for.

I lay down, clutching these photos to my chest:
praying that maybe the emotions will rush back,
that the happiness of youth might return.
I close my eyes, shutting away the hot tears,
dreaming of the yesterday I once loved.