Yesterday’s Man

Once, I was beautiful.

I was an angel on the earth and I was welcomed with warm arms and tender kisses.

I was squeezed tightly and asked to never leave, I was someone’s perfect being.

Once, I was handsome.

I was dressed to the nines in every piece of clothing I wore.

Every step I took was seen as the epitome of man, the very essence of someone’s love for me.

I was admired and asked to show off how big and strong I was.

I was someone’s great being.

Once, I was a refuge.

I had become a place like none other, a port for sad ships to sail in and speak their sorrows to.

I was a comforter of many things, a solution to feeling lonely.

I was someone’s loving constant.

Once, I was a crush.

I was once that boy across the room who made her heart leap.

I was the very desire she had. I was once the one.

Once I woke up and it was all gone.

Now leaving me to feel this stupid monologue in my head every time I see her pass by on the street.