The Shadows of Yesterday

I still check the weather of a place three thousand miles away
And in this dreamy state, the faces of yesterday become those of today.
And though even now familiar faces fade away;
colors of my favorite irises decay into black and white displays,
haunting silence fills the space where your lips parted ways
and spoke in bigger picture ways, driven by grace,
though the memories become effaced, erased.
I still find myself living in the shadows of my yesterday.
The gate closed.

I spent four days in a car, gazing the stars with you on the phone.
It was a daze from the start, a constant blaze in my heart threatening to explode.
An unfamiliar feeling; I'd moved a lot but never lost a home.
A polar move in October; from the east to the west,
left me a cold loner stoner with cold shoulders moving me left,
when I knew I was right.
And so I grew from the strife and said goodbye.
The gates opened.

Now this humble abode has become my home,
and I've fallen in love with the Evergreen remote.
And I love the thick coats, the bus rides, the hope seen in eyes when snow falls from the skies,
dreary eyes wide with surprise and delight.
I'm home.

I've fallen in love with this life.
I no longer live in my sorrow,
in the shadows of my yesterdays
or in the promises of my tomorrow,
I've fallen in love with the moment, with being alive.
I've fallen in love with this growing light in my eyes.
I let go and found home.