Missing Yesterday

Sweet birds are chirping.
The smell of pine.
The clicking of shoes against the pavement.
The smiles of a stranger that penetrates a lonesome heart.
The thrill of a roller coaster taken away by the screams of horror.
Blissful nights awakened by darkness.
A call to yesterday, hoping for an answer.
Mysteries of today, the riddles of tomorrow, haunts us.
I miss you yesterday.
I miss your maskless face, blissful heart, and apparent joy.
I miss you yesterday, celebrations filled with faces, now vacant of bodies.
I miss you yesterday, the day where I could sit with my grandmother and see her smile.
I miss you yesterday, the day where I could be carefree.
I miss you yesterday, the day where children would play- together.
I miss you yesterday, the day where tomorrow was the same.
Maybe we were wrong yesterday, this entire time you were telling us about today, you warned about the disease, you showed us the injustice, and you warned us about death.
Yesterday, maybe we will see you again. Maybe we won’t.