Reid@YWP

Tomorrow is the day we don’t know. 

Yesterday was the day we can’t fix. 

But what is today? 

Today is the future of yesterday. 

Losing someone you love,

hollows out a part of you.

One day, you have them,

and the next,

you’ll never see them again.

The realization stings,

worse than the sun's engulfing hug.

When I was first brought into the boathouse, the outside world was different. The rowers were different, the clothes they wore were different, the oars they used were different, and the waters of the lake were clearer.

When Eros shoots the heart of one 

The piercing point of Beauty’s son 

Borne of love and lust and loss 

To pine for one’s a lover’s cost.