Yesterday
This is a monologue. Written for a male I think. You can make up details for yourself. Damn this writers block.
I wish it was tomorrow, I really do, then today could be yesterday and I wouldn’t have to worry anymore. There’s nothing you can do to change the day before; all you can do is work towards the possibilities now, and tomorrow. If today was yesterday, I wouldn’t need this hat. Not at all. This is a sunday type hat, and tomorrow is Monday. No. Wouldn’t need the hat. Or the gloves, those either. The gloves I’ve worn because she liked them. She thought they were classy. Much as I’d like to respect her, these itch. Like crazy, and I keep getting looks. Good or bad I’m unsure…
If today was yesterday, I could pretend it was far enough in the past to be easy-although, I know, it never will be.- If tomorrow would just come…I could die in quiet peace knowing I would be with her again. But I can’t die today. I can’t. Or tomorrow either I suppose-although that is a day away-I can’t die today because I know how much it hurts…I don’t want anyone I love to have to wish for tomorrow, the way I’m wishing for the future today. The way I’m wishing I had the choice to let go. I wish today was yesterday, so I could hold tomorrow, and control it. I have no control today, and I cannot bring her back. I can’t join her right now. Or tomorrow, although I say I might. I think I’ll just be waiting for another yesterday. Waiting for yesterday to come and move me forward while I’m sitting here on todays porch…
I don’t know if tomorrow will ever come. It seems like I’ve been sitting for forever on this step, clinging to tomorrow. And it never arrives. I’ll always be sixteen, and she won’t come like she said she would, and I’ll know. I’ll know right then. Tomorrow will never come. Tomorrow never has. We only have today, and that has to be good enough. We only have now, and sometimes we only had yesterday to cling to, because we know that today holds no beauty or curiousity anymore-once we are dead inside.
