Letters to Yesterday

<div class="pv-stanza"><p>I wrote your name on folded sheets,</p><p>then watched the ink bleed softly out</p><p>across the margins of my days,</p><p>erasing every trace of doubt.</p></div><div class="pv-stanza"><p>You were the book I read too fast,</p><p>the passage memorized in haste,</p><p>and now upon this autumn shelf,</p><p>a bittersweet and hollow taste.</p></div><div class="pv-stanza"><p>I do not ask for yesterday,</p><p>nor curse the hour you walked away;</p><p>I only thank the wounded heart</p><p>that learned to beat another day.</p></div>