Yesterday

It is just the memory of how you were 

That I miss so much

That I'm in love with
One which you seem incapable
To ever again be
Let me hence pack the clock
And stay at where we said

'tomorrow will be better'
So that I may hold your hand again
And not face the misery of
Watching your face turn 
To things mere and small
So that I no more live
This terrible wait