Nostalgia

I yearn for the memory of a yesterday
A yesterday that never was
I mourn for the passing of a history
A history that never came

For a remembered path
That I never walked
For a whispered story
That was never spoken

Lost to us forever
Though it would never be
We look to yesterday
And see not the face we know

Like a lover forgotten
who was only in a dream
Like a memory misplaced
Hidden behind the obscene

Can we mourn what never was
The memory of the never been?
Can we dream of a fleeting yesterday?
One that never passed our way?

Tomorrow, tomorrow never comes.
Yesterday, yesterday never was.
Today, today is all that is.

AUTHORS COMMENTARY

Written August 2024, I don't think this was totally about even of my own life, so much as a reflection of the human condition, the ways in which we've gone off the rails. I often reflect on the pivot points of history and wonder about how things might have gone differently, better or worse, and I think this reflects some of those thoughts.