Paint Has Yet To Dry

I held on to the yesterdays, 

as if it could you bring here. 

No tears or heartache 

only my heart to share. 

Watching a movie

and I began to cry,

did I relate or was it

just about time?

I couldn't control it, 

I thought I could hold on, 

and keep you with me 

like a repeat of a song.

I tried and I tried

didn't want to let go, 

but in the end 

I am here all alone. 

Mistakes were made

choices but a few, 

but I would change them all

if I could be there with you.

Can't hold back the tears

they cleanse the years gone by,

today like a new canvas

where the paint has yet to dry.