Yesterday



I wanna hold your hand
as though we were young again
and holding your hand were enough
not only to heal the pain

of loneliness and doubt
and the lies and violence
of the world to which our world
opposed its radiance

but to feel for a moment that time
had left something intact
of whoever we were then.
To fool myself, in fact . . .

Though why shouldn’t we go
into the dark together?
Hand in hand, as if
we had been so forever

and could be so, forever.

Tom Vaughan


If you have any thoughts about this poem, Tom Vaughan    would be pleased to hear them