LIKE ALL THE REST, THEY HADN'T YET

As though yesterday were forgotten, you must have considered me yesterday once removed and a day that you felt must soon be your forget                                                                 To know of you has become a will against myself and other forms of me relent to keeping you close to also tug you far and further from all other days that haven't been ones dying through accounted yet                                                                                                                 As recognition were figment or only partial sense, you shook out the fragments from any parts of everything of you not believing they were me because it was some other pretense of a future day                                                                                                                      I couldn't have ever foreseen that to know and be with you would be to have neither of us at all, you hiding away from me, and me too worried with seeking after you that nothing is remembered, for it is always yesterday