Yesterday: Talking About You
Today, we were talking about you. We were talking about when you left, and how your mom was desperate. We laughed of pain when we mentioned the day you were in those missing posters, and your sister cried like there was no tomorrow. And, my eyes filled with tears when I remembered the day you vanished, and how my heart was beating more than a subway train.
Then, I remembered us â I thought on how selfish you were. I thought on how your dad felt after you acted like you were the only person on earth. Why do you always act like you donât matter?
Yesterday, you were in my arms. You were telling me about your stupid books and writing love stories. You looked at me with those eyes that you knew that was tearing me apart. Yesterday, your mom was laughing over your silly jokes, and your sister was arguing with you. And, suddenly, today, our home is empty. Our bed is disassembled and our TV is turned off.
It does not hurt anymore â but sometimes, I remember that yersterday, all my troubles seemed so far away.
And thatâs why i believe in yesterday.






