a moment away from today,
the broken memory seems only
mere breaths since yesterday..
versions swim in my head
like images in broken glass
and I've taken on a fade
since yesterday passed..
I fall through you like sand
leaving traces that can't be made whole..
I rearrange the glass
I don't meet up at the seams
the image is still shattered
and the sand is still clinging
to the memory of you
that is falling through my head
like yesterday
in this moment
Before today