Yesterday – A Poem #Poetry

Frozen fingers fumble

with loose strings of my

tattered faded jeans

Gently rocking &






to the rhythm of my 

broken heartbeat

My pockets have bled

with nothing left 

to line them 




Tears falling –

Stinging in the breeze 

& every time 

I look into your eyes

I can see a gentle sorrow

& my heart stumbles

Clutching to yesterday

Tomorrow is so cold.

Gently wrapping 

my memories around me

As I listen to your words 

about everything but

what we are feeling…

& I just keep rocking.


About Gretchen Leary

I am 31 years old, I live in the Boston area, and I am writing from the perspective of an individual with Asperger's Syndrome.
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