Yesterday passed.
We can't take it back.
Should it be questioned
what favor was gained or lost.
It's in some dark corner of the room
hiding. in its arms are the things we did.
Mothering it.
keeping it safe from those who want it back.
It's safety is among the crowded space of other days.
The day's that were lost.
Behind, clothed in shrouds,
It only wants to be left alone.
Free from being jailed.
It shivers in fear from escaping the hangman.
The subpoena for testimony.
Being called as a witness.
Yesterday has become a fugitive on the run.