remember it.like yesterday.words whispering.as the sun came out.not, not able to see the guiding light.blind, blinded by the fact of truth.change, changing only with no choice.matters of the head, were so much easier.for fear of, wording all things wrong.remember it.like yesterday.words whispering.

not, not able to see the guiding light.
she, she's crying on the bed where they once laid.and someday, he believed, they, would be close enough to share an embrace.and someday.
he believed.and he felt, a strong urge, to hold her, hand again.choke, on the words.choke on the words that once were said.remember it .like yesterday.
words whispering.he believed.