Quarrels From Yesterday

I wanted to call back yesterday

To murder it on the spot!

I wanted to redo the fight,

And finish it honorably.

I wanted to place the newly shattered pieces

Of bitterness and sorrow,

Locked away in a safe, forever and forgotten.

I did not want to feel the pain.

I did not want to mix manipulated guilt

With regret, and shame.

I did not want words of anger to shout again.

I did not want them sealed in time,

For then I could not change them.

I wanted my journey as pure as an April shower.

I wanted it as innocent as a new born baby.

I wanted it to be peaceful and full of sunshine.

I wanted it as a clean piece of paper,

Fresh and untouched.

So I could write the happy endings from

Fairy Tales upon it.