Yesterday's Dreams

When you left

I learned to write, I learned

to capture my voice----

on a page I

drained all

the

hurts

I

dare

 not

 name.

when you left

I learned not to cry, I learned

to put pen to paper----

Dry-eyed like the creek

at summer's end;

tears,

once

 freely flowing

trickle

away

to

 nothing;

like you.

Gone.

When you left

it was

words on a page,

I, with pen

glued to parchment

I, write you away.

 yesterday's

dreams.