Yesterday

Sometimes when it's dark,
she'll say,
 "I had a vision,
of yesterday.
It was pleasant at first,
until the pain,
of remembering,
a Hero,
who couldn't stay.

There are no words,
to describe this ache,
which steals my voice,
and makes me shake.
I know too well,
just what's at stake.
My hero's heart
would surely break.
If he learned the truth,
eighteen years too late.

About the One he couldn't save,
and why she always runs away.
What she hides, and doesn't say,
would make him regret,
going away."

Then again the Hero,
is not the same.
As the One, she recalls,
from yesterday.
Maybe he'd look at the girl
and say,
"I don't care about your pain."
which would surely,
lacerate.
The girl's will to live,
and decimate,
Her treasured visions,

of  Yesterday.