Yesterday's poems

a poem and this publication's namesake

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