Without You Poem by Brooke Peterson

Yesterday was our last.
...and I never saw you.
Yesterday started our past.
...and I never had a clue.

I'd call you
to tell you
I miss you,
But I tore up your number.

I'd drive to you
to show you
I'd kiss you,
But I slashed my own tires.

I thought I'd be sad
...but I'm not crying.
I thought I'd be mad
...but I'm still smiling.

So here I am,
just fine without you.
So here I stand,
on my own two feet.

Yesterday was our last
....and I never saw you.
Yesterday started our past
...and I never had a clue.