WRITING: NOSTALGIA

Nostalgia;

 

Those memories, they fall,

down the river of nostalgia.

Fading with every second,

changing by the minute,

losing its sentimental value

at the hands of a clock—

hour after hour,

it takes more than

what it leaves behind;

taking over the forlorn emotions:

those cherished moments of

a simple autumn night.

Those memories,

they, tell me,

of the leaves cracking at our heels,

of the breeze kissing our skin,

of the latte in between your hands,

and the midnight kiss that

left your lips apart.

Those memories, they fall,

down the waters of nostalgia,

to find rest in the past,

as the only memory of

a cold autumn night.

 

 

 

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