Yesterday is a memory,
Tomorrow is an illusion:
Waiting to be experienced.
Yesterday is gone.
I silently saunter to the weathered door,
My hesitant finger presses lightly on a plastic button.
Maybe I should return.
Are memories best left undisturbed?
A perfectly sculpted beauty
Every delicate curve enticing me.
Dangerous thorns stud its stem.
Fending off awestruck admirers.