Yesterday Is Stuck In My Thoughts Poem by Gert Strydom

Although I feel battered,
spent and chased away
yesterday is stuck in my thoughts.

Where we had breakfast
on the porch,
watched birds
pecking up seed and crumbs

and the lovely setting sun
caught in different colours
on the clouds,

but now I am alone
and have a view
of pink hollyhocks
on long green stems

protruding next to and over
a sawn down tree
of which the trunk

is like modern art
fingering up
out of a rock-garden

and some birds peck
against the mirrored windows
of my bedroom / study

and the big old brown Labrador
and the little golden Cocker Spaniel
lie stretched out on the lawn
watching the road

and I do not know
what happened to us
or why I am still
battling to get a job

and why the expenses
of life shattered
us apart

and yet after every thing
that happened between us
I love you still
and are amazed
that you are gone.