The yesterday

 

I don’t know how to tell

you this so I’m just going

to say it: no, we didn’t

really survive the past.

Rather we died on nights

alone in our beds with our

own thoughts, totally alone

except for their persistent

grief, a friend if not an enemy.

 

I mean, you awoke each

morning all the same, but

the yesterday you managed

to kill or to squander all that

was worthwhile. You hid in

a closet of fear and you shook

and you despaired when no

one was looking – no one

except god who somehow

seemed to doubt you.

 

I hate to break it to you

but we didn’t survive yesterday,

we pissed it away or we

crammed too much in,

we were stunted in our growth

and violent in our thrusting

like we used to be when we

were sort of dating a long time ago.

 

The bottom line is you didn’t

make it through even though

your eyes still blink and your

chest expands. To breathe, merely

academic and to let someone

close too horrible too real.

This is merely a commentary

from someone who was there.

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[jessfoundwonder]

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this is probably the best piece i've ever read on this site.
it's really, amazingly good.