The nostalgia pains…
but I don’t wish it was the same~
I don’t miss me with you
or the things we used to do;
I don’t miss you or who we used to be,
I miss the way you used to spend time with me~
and I miss that familiar spot in my heart
that was first shown to you alone.
I feel that warm familiarity
shrinking as my new love,
my sometimes only love…
opens even more of my heart.
I’ve made the right choice with my heart
but it’s hard to process
when our relationship never finished it’s start.
I wish every relationship was
a start to finish whole lifetime.
Life would be much more wholesome.
~a song, a location, a stir in the winds
can all bring your heart back to me.
The moments we shared are
a perfect and precious eternity
locked in a capsule of time.
What we had was perfect…
would it have continued so if we never stopped?
As fate has it, probably not.
Alas, I’m on my new journey.
A new capsule of time
that shall allow me to explore in greater depth.
*this poem is about feeling the pang of nostalgia for what we once had and loved. when we feel nostalgia though, we do not have to act on it or even be actively missing someone. we can simply miss and long for those precious moments shared. those moments that forever remain untainted and perfect because they are an unchanging part of the past. forever locked in perfect memory.
oh to be able to re-watch my life…