
By George’s Girl 2025
You Where My Yesterday
You were my yesterday, a fading light,
A memory wrapped in the folds of night.
Not my today, where the hours now bloom,
Nor my tomorrow, where dreams find room.
Your voice, a whisper, distant and gray,
Belongs to the shadows, not to my day.
The path we walked has turned to dust,
A story unraveled, a broken trust.
I carry the lessons, not the pain,
No need to revisit that old refrain.
For yesterday lives where it must stay—
Behind the dawn of a brighter day.
About the Creator
George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites



Comments (2)
Oooo, this was so deep. Loved your poem!
Very nice. Inspirational. Where, oh where, has my yesterday gone?