Yesterday’s Blues

Of Eleanor Rigby and Benjamin Button

Seeking love and finding

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Neither wide awake, but mouths agape in

Horror

Door hinges broken on the way

Out

About to be saved but whisked

Away

By the winds of yesterday

The only touch known: their own

My own

hand scraping hand half-heartedly

Clapping as cloudy curtains draw

Upon the waned crescent

Not another blessed

Soul in the room, in this

Lonely space we knew

Only me and the moon and yesterday’s blues