i barely remember yesterdays poems,
i read and reread
but i hardly recall
those feelings
I read yesterday’s poems
and have no idea
what they’re about
or what it was like to write them
I read yesterday’s poems
and although i try to connect with her
i don’t remember
the ‘me’ who wrote them
I try to remember this as i write today’s poems
though i write them on tear stained pages
though the words bleed out from aching wounds
I remember one day
Today
will become Yesterday and
i barely remember yesterday’s poems
Very relatable sentiment
I know this feeling. And as above shows — so many of us do. Thanks for writing it out; so it’s now said and we can forget until the next poem comes.