It’s a girl,
Just like you,
Waiting for the bus
With those coffee curls.
It’s in the way they twirl
That she reminds me of you.

When I saw her,
My heart paused-
A quiet pull
Toward yesterday.

I’ve found solace
In yesterday-

For yesterday is no more.
No worries,
No weight,
Just a fading memory
Of your coffee curls.

The earthy scent
Still warms my chest
As I wake
Lost again
To yesterday