The Theft of Yesterday’s Lover by Herb Kauderer

The Theft of Yesterday’s Lover
Herb Kauderer

I was happy living in the past.
The lover I could remember yesterday
is gone now, destroyed by your certainty
and your brain-tinkering machine.

Was it so wrong for me to turn away
from the prescribed obsession
with living in the now?

Instead, I have a gap in my memory
& I know what used to dwell there
but I know nothing about her
except that she made me happy.

In all your psychological
& medical wizardry
what do you have to fix that?


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