Yesterday before I was lost,
The heart of a love twice removed
From their own yesterdays
Stuck in a memory of an open heart,
Won mine in a competition that I wasn’t in.

Too late they discovered their grief
Of the first one they believed,
From their own yesterdays.
They wanted to relive a time when they could,
With a used heart filled brokenness and disbelief.

Too late I discovered their grief.
Too late I learned their heart was stone
Now stuck in my today.
I have no way back to the day they were in,
Now in a disillusioned world sitting all alone.

What does it take to mend a heart?
Another one that will not run
From their own yesterdays,
Until you believe they will not go away,
‘Til you forgive the memory of innocence lost.

We have all eaten from the fruit,
All have been the player played
In our own yesterdays.
We have all needed the lover of our soul,
To mend the brokenness in us that we gave away.

© Copyright 2016 Tim D. Coulter Sr.