Scars of Yesterday – Poem

Branded by every love I shared.
What I meant to someone.
What they meant to me.
A story written in the scars that is all my own

Dead and dust,
They scatter into the wind
Haunting the shadows of my footsteps
A yesterday of never will again.

I must stop and try to remember
Bound within the threads
Of songs anchored behind me
Are impressions of love
That someone held for me.

A patchwork of me as others once saw
When they loved me.
A visage of a man I used to be
Until I wasn’t, each time.

I can only know myself as I was.
Tomorrow I will be a stranger to myself
Looking back on my today
And thinking that he is me.

(c) Jeremy Redinger 2019

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