Yesterday

Your face looks just like my yesterday. And when I look in the mirror, I see tomorrow in my own. There came a point a while ago when I looked you in the eyes, your familiar lips and cheekbones, and I realized that yesterday you mattered and today you don't. The transition went unnoticed and I'll admit I was surprised. There was a time when I fought with myself constantly about who I'd let you be to me. I obsessed over it, I yearned for more and less and everything in between. You were my second love and my only regret all wrapped into one. I wasted time, I made mistakes. You were my biggest failure and my greatest learning experience. You are my anomaly and I will never understand it and I am settled on that. Never at peace, but I'm settled. You are my yesterday. I am my tomorrow.