I lost her yesterday

I lost her yesterday,
Through loud silences,
And unspoken sentences.
I said what I felt the need to say
But she wasn't willing to make way
I lost her yesterday but,
I found my voice today.

I lost her yesterday,
Through changed opinions
And conflicting perceptions
I stood for what I felt was right,
She didn't think that was very bright.
I lost her yesterday but,
I found my confidence today.

I lost her yesterday,
Through forced smiles,
And formal conversations,
I missed the spark we used to create,
She simply reignited it, elsewhere.
I lost her yesterday but,
I found my inner self today.

I lost her yesterday,
When I couldn't find her place,
Amongst a swarm of unknown faces.
We ignored the charm that we had made at a snap;
Our powers lay forgotten, in reality's trap.
I lost her yesterday but,
I found my magic today.

I will forever hold her dear,
No matter how it may appear,
So did I lose her yesterday,
Or simply find myself again?

- t.k.a

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