Clogging my brain are your thoughts
They cannot rhyme
But merely stand still
In a dreary stupor

Thinking of now

A puzzle piece, once shaved to perfection,
Is now bent out of place
No longer fitting
The mold you made so carefully

Sometime ago

So delicately placed were your rules
Of fate and law
So if one should step across
You fly in panic

Into the folds of tomorrow

I swim through the waters
So clear
Turning the gears of my mind
Shocking my cold bones

Back to the present

Waiting for your response
Is like watching snow
Melt fire
Yet I still look for you

Every day

I give you my mold
You fit perfectly
Of course
But tomorrow you are gone

So I am left to dream of yesterday