Hello Yesterday

photo credit: sleepyjeanie Defined by Time. via photopin (license)

photo credit: sleepyjeanie Defined by Time. via photopin (license)

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

Home to Roost

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I’m transported back to the beginning,
To the moment we first met, before the shame and the regret.
To when we still held our own secrets and had not cried those teardrops yet.
Before the setting of the sun on the longest day

Back when we just matched, before we became detached;
From reality, from each other. We went from lovers
To two strangers, barely speaking, merely passing in the hall.
When the indiscretions stepped out of the shadows. When the truth came to call.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Drifting

 

I didn’t see, I never heard
The silences lengthen.
I never noticed that you had drifted
From out of my embrace.

I never missed your gentle caress.
I never stopped to consider,
I never stopped to just care.

When did we stop dreaming together,
When did I start building walls.
I didn’t see, I never heard
Until I heard the slamming door.
 
© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally Published 27 March 2015