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were only words, syllables in the wind But now it’s all different because your words are darts and that mess was our hearts</p><p id="2b8b">The broken pieces of yesterday remind us of the small things because the whole is now destroyed and our love is being swept up into a dustpan of despair</p><p id="26b5">The title of this poem came from an unusual place. It came from <a href="https://readmedium.com/how-peloton-rebuilt-me-80f78a390fe4">Peloton </a>instructor, <a href="https://www.instagram.com/hannahmariecorbin">Hannah Marie Corbin</a>, during a 15 min Hip Hop ride I took on Monday morning. Even during the ride, I had to jot down her words and put them to use because the phrase <b><i>“the broken pieces of yesterday”</i></b> is so

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hauntingly beautiful.</p><p id="185c">© <a href="undefined">Jonathan Greene</a> 2020</p><p id="d461">If you liked this, you might like this as well:</p><div id="731d" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/i-could-fall-through-the-cracks-of-such-silence-b98ad7da2e27"> <div> <div> <h2>I Could Fall Through the Cracks of Such Silence</h2> <div><h3>A Poem</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*NIofh6Co0smQcBTH)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

The Broken Pieces of Yesterday

A Poem

Photo by Paweł Czerwiński on Unsplash

The words that you said to me ring like a doorbell in my ear on a neverending loop of decomposing disdain

Shattered, like your bedroom window where the love escaped and couldn’t take flight and smashed to pieces on the ground

There once was a time when your words were only words, syllables in the wind But now it’s all different because your words are darts and that mess was our hearts

The broken pieces of yesterday remind us of the small things because the whole is now destroyed and our love is being swept up into a dustpan of despair

The title of this poem came from an unusual place. It came from Peloton instructor, Hannah Marie Corbin, during a 15 min Hip Hop ride I took on Monday morning. Even during the ride, I had to jot down her words and put them to use because the phrase “the broken pieces of yesterday” is so hauntingly beautiful.

© Jonathan Greene 2020

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