What Yesterday Appeared a Scar

of brilliant green
in the icy lake, today
arcs blue across its face and far.
And where this morning
still is frozen,
coming hours will warm until
the water's softer
nature's finally chosen.

Half my life is gone
to others' business,
which, well done or not, it
matters not but that it's gone
and won't be gotten back.

And half my love is wasted too.
Wasted not on you, where all my
deeps and deeps of love
are dammed and so belong,
but on loving you
wrong. My sorrow
is tomorrow's only season,
and it comes on now

like this cold thaw comes
upon the lake,
or like a soft song one sings to sing
the past to sleep,
only to keep it wide awake.

Todd Boss, "What Yesterday Appeared a Scar"