Yesterday

Yesterday I was in love
but it was more infatuated.
Of those days in foolish love
I ponder on at night and dread.

As today came with swiftness
the light began to shine.
The acts of me, the perfect fool
my eminence on the decline.

So I look back to yesterday
and compare it with right now;
of days clear and unobstructed
yet I never make a vow.

So which day is better?
No answer I can obtain.
Today with no love
and the sorrow to match?

Or yesterday,
in love and infatuation
a rejoicing heart
unable to make a catch.

J.A.Scott