Yesterday I wrote to you,
sending a postcard of my past
to my future self,
showcasing all of the changes,
from then to now,
showing you that you're loved and not alone.
Yesterday I found an old shoe box
it was covered by dust in the attic,
begging me to uncover it.
The lid fell off as if by magic,
hoping I would find it,
hoping the nostalgia would roll me in,
and there I found the postcards,
the ones from a past life,
each one starting with, "Yesterday".