Looking over the shoulder.

It was yesterday's voice

I remembered

that I misplaced

in tomorrow,

and that was today.

Only tomorrow

will long for

yesterday's thoughts

as today creates another. 

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I'm reading this as an illustration of how my old feeble mind constantly mixes up what day or week or month or year it is. All my life, I tried to live "in the moment" & couldn't. Now "the moment" is all I have available to me! *wink! winK!* Fondly, Margie