I was your yesterday,
a dream of what might have been.
I heard you whisper your heart
and I wore your pulse as my necklace.
I sustained myself on moonbeams and smiles
but the best smiles were yours.
I wanted to catch your laugh,
seal it in a jar like a firefly
so I could bask in its glow daily.
Instead I caught a scowl
and now my storm jar is all
I have to keep me company
as I wait for you, trapped
on the edge of tomorrow.
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