Why Leap A Head Of Yesterday

You knew this need would happen, to change this day for tomorrows, today rewound. I step out of your husk, it is chafted, scuffed in worms, silks unhealed browns, to many yesterdays has it seen, never brushed. The widows eye, it is flushed, it's last chance catches my ankle, I fall upon her cheek, as unwanted irrigation. Where once soft pink, now pastures faded brown, to blacks last pull on flesh. The track of many heart felt victories, rest upon in hollow, branched reburied, tributaries tearless. As the window of the sun, is pulled shut, lashes gripp releases me to tumble, once again into sleep.