Yesterday

A heap of flowers.

Roses, Forget-Me-Nots, Poppies. Beautiful.

Standing for hours.

I’d say- “This is worth living for”

A 10 year acquaintance, inconsolable.

Is your love for me, or for yourself?

“He would if only he were able”

Because I needed it yesterday.

I walk from the grave with a Bruise and a Scar.

With only my flesh to see.

I feel the glare and a touch of your love.

Still- Why won’t it embrace me?