Our yesterday

This is about being stuck in the past.

Dark shadows in the midst of my beating heart
Icecaps fill in depth where the warmth once was
Hollow, it does beat like a pounding drum
A jigsaw puzzle missing it's piece.

Emotionless eyes stare with desire
Filling with tears they look away in disgust
Observing the whereabouts of others
A field without it's flowers.

Unkissed lipe licked by a lonesome tongue
Stuttering words flutter into nothing
Biting lips, embarrassed of what you'll say
The moon without the stars.

Awkward hands, clenched against my hips
Lonesome lying at there vaccent sides
No one to hold them, to be taken
A child without it's blanket.

A jigaw puzzle missing it's piece
A field without it's flowers
The moon without the stars
A child without it's blanket
You without me
Held back in the memory of our yesterday...