The promise of yesterday

Tomorrow is ethereal and familiar. It shines on horizons, shimmers just past fingertips, glows in morning light and casts pearly sparkles of future bliss in your eyes today. Tomorrow's promise is flimsy as air, vanishing like mist as the sun rises over the ocean.

Yesterday is what remains. Like stubble that leaves your skin raw, like the warm smell of a lover's skin that rises up in your mind the next day. Like thorns prickling in the crook of your elbow, like old aches that stab your flesh when it rains. Like the feel of an old gift against your skin, like healing bruises that catch the nip in the air today a little harder. Like breath catching in your throat as you remember. Yesterday is forever, regrets and all. Yesterday promises that you will remember pain, know fear, be fearless. Yesterday promises to remind you that you are wiser, and you may even be braver by tomorrow.