Hello yesterday, have you returned.
That dress is faded now
But recognisably the same.
And the shame I feel in your presence
Has never, ever, changed.
You are the lover I can never leave.
The paramour I can’t be parted from.
You are Yesterday. My regret.
© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Originally Published 31 January 2017
Made of sticks and stones 
this is a fierce, intimate poem, pared to the bone … beautiful
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