Missing Yesterdays

A dark curtain covers a part,
Leaving darkness in my heart.
My mind’s eye sees a haze,
In my missing yesterdays.

Can I peek behind the curtain?
Memories there are so uncertain.
The more I strain for to see,
The more my memories seem to flee.

A migraine always leaves a hole,
My thoughts, as if a thief has stole.
My mind is totally out of phase,
In the storm of missing yesterdays

Backstory

I had a migraine that lasted for 2 days. Sometimes, I feel compelled to write a poem after a
migraine. I don't know why.