Nostalgia

A dusty attic of forgotten moments,

Something impalpable left behind.

It twinges your heart to remember,

Yet your heart urges to forget.

 

An old photograph brings it all back,

Or a musky scent you whiff on the street

Or a déjà vu of a familiar look,

But never quite the same.

 

I look at us, the way we used to be;

Two nomads that found salvation in each other.

Two puzzle pieces creating the perfect picture.

Two ingredients, never seen apart.

 

But now our story is long forgotten.

The two nomads embraced solitude

The two puzzles don’t seem to fit,

And, the ingredients passed their expiration date.

 

All there is left is nostalgia.

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People grow apart in life all the time. That can relate to friendships or relationships. Perhaps it is proof that we all need to make the most of our time together and enjoy it. I'm glad I stopped by to read this.