Yesterday visits me in wordless congeniality

We sit and say so much yet so little

She arrives on her terms,

Her iron will does not yield when it’s farewell

I reach out my hand to say but a word,

I blink to collect those entangled thoughts

Proud of my lament, now set in words,

I open my eyes to harangue her,

Oh to chide her, to berate her cruelty

Only to see

She left without a word again

It was but another imagined conversation

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