Nostalgic Yearning

The silhouettes of the trees as the sun sets

The scent of something familiar in the breeze

There and gone before it can be placed

The sound transports them to another plane

Ears ringing and vision blurring as they leave for a few seconds

What is missing

What is gone

An ache in the center of their chest

That well at the back of their throat

Spilling up and over their eyes

Wet and salty as they trace their cheek

What is missing

What is gone

Tired of looking when there's no clue

Empty longing turning into fatigue