Yesterdays

Yesterdays follow me
like children dressed in red
with ice cream cones and sticky lips
and hair of shining gold

Yesterdays are distant shades
of fabric, green and red
with kisses sweet
and tongues flicked fast
behind lips pink with youth

Yesterdays are haunting dreams
that drench my mind at night
letting go all earthly cares
under the blankets of night

Yesterdays shall be today
when I awake from this.