Yesterday

The changes of her heart invade her mind. And I discovered through her that romance was a spiritual thing. And fleeting seems to be truth within her apparent insincerity, that I accused her of. And had guilt thereafter and couldn't be easy with conclusions, which were never meant to be conclusions. I can't quite manage to steer clear of yesterday, when she was around and around me in her prescence. I thought that I could look somewhere for answers when in reality I knew in the truth of myself, that the truth was all within myself. And yesterday has moved on, and has taken its own course, yesterday doesn't dwell in today, it has turned its back on the present, and in the present, she is around somewhere, although nowhere to be seen, without the prospect of being seen. And I wonder if today can really be true of yesterday. Yesterday when there was the feeling of love. Yesterday, when her eyes shined in mine. Yesterday when she was here.