Yesterme, both friend and foe.

How I hate and love you so.

Hate you for mistakes you’ve made.

Love you when the truth you’ve paid.

 

Retrospectively, I see,

What a being you’ve made of me.

Yesterme, I’ll have you know,

I have seen your private show—

 

Every dark thought you have spawned

Every living thing, you’ve wronged.

Every good thing you’ve set free.

Times you’ve spent creating me.

 

Yesterme I can’t change you.

You’re not me; that much is true.

Now old Yesterme— I’m new!

Be content.  Time makes us two.