Yesterday

Yesterday I snapped a chain.

Of conversations
Thoughts
Images
Sounds
And tears.

Yet I slept rather well
after a bowl of thick fruit custard.

I had once said caramel custard isn’t made like fruit custard.
It isn’t, I know for sure.

But yesterday, they tasted alike.
I don’t know why but they did.

After yesterday, I think they’ll taste alike forever.