Hey Yesterday!

Hey Yesterday, I’m waiting! Where did you go, Yesterday? I woke up this morning and you were gone. Just gone! I know I’ve made nearly every bad decision a man can make, but did you really have to just disappear into the past? You left me here with all I’ve made of myself.

I heard you could be making a return, so I’m waiting for you. I’m right here, right where you left me. I haven’t moved from this spot, this place in time. I keep looking at today, but I still have my feet planted firmly with you, Yesterday. I’ll be here, in the Today, for as long as it takes for you to return. So, hurry up and get here.

You know, Yesterday… Today, this Today, I don’t feel the need for you is as strong as some of my other Todays. Your vividness is fading from color to black and white, and this to grayscale. Your allure is losing its grip; I feel you slipping into a permanent past. And yet there is something about you, Yesterday, that keeps me yearning for you.

And while I’m still looking for you Yesterday, it’s not as often as I once did. Not as intensely as in those other Todays. I have another who is competing for my attention. It calls itself Tomorrow. I’m a little afraid of this Tomorrow, there seems to be a lot of uncertainty standing by its side. Perhaps that’s the allure of it, that whole not knowing part. I see pleasure and pain in this Tomorrow. Pleasure is a natural desire and pain is natural fact and both have roots in you, Yesterday. There’s a lot certainty with you Yesterday. I know where I stand with you. You never change.

Well Yesterday, Today is coming to an end. And I am fairly certain there will be another Today, waiting for me when I arise. It may well be true that you, Yesterday, are indeed not coming back. And this, Tomorrow, may not be as certain as it claims to be. Perhaps it’s better for me to live in the Today. Perhaps it is better I keep the lessons I have learned during our time together and otherwise let you go. Perhaps it is better for me to worry about this Tomorrow when it gets here, there’s a promise in this Tomorrow. So, perhaps………… Just perhaps……….

by David E. Gonzales