yesterday

He looked at her. And he looked at her again.
He can hardly believe his eyes, that he's able to see her again after such a long time.

He is happy. He is glad.

But little did he know that she's not the same person from years ago.
Yes, she looks the same; sunshine-like.
Yes, she speaks the same, with a heart-melting voice.
Yes, she smiles the same; that same enchanting smile.
But she's not the same. She's not the same person from years ago.

Now, people change, I hope for the better, but yes, people do change.
I know you miss her, the her of the past. Yes, I know you miss her.

But to continue to hold on to that grief and regret, she of the past is not the only thing you will miss.
By being bitter, you will miss out on her of the present.
And you will definitely not able to see her of the future.

Yes, the past memories were sweet.
Yes, the past days were lovely.
And they're gone. Yes, they're gone.

Should one let it go, let it pass?
Should one abandon the past to be able to savour the present, and the future?
Should one abandon yesterday to be able to see today, and tomorrow?

I don't know. I don't know these things.
I only know that she's changed, and she will always change, whether for better, or for worse.

Yes, I need to deal with today. I need to know how to deal with tomorrow.
But oh, how I really miss yesterday.