Nostalgia

Not only a dusty attic, crammed with forgotten things, But a bittersweet symphony, the heart in memory sings. The air hangs heavy, thick with "what ifs" and "maybes" past, A faded photograph, a moment held, forever meant to last. The firelight dances on forgotten faces, ghosts in yellowed frames, A silent echo of laughter, whispers of forgotten names. Not just from embers glowing, but a love that time can't erase, A yearning for simpler moments, a longing for a slower pace. Like smoke that curls and vanishes, a fleeting, fragile thing, The past, a wisp of memory, on nostalgia's gentle wing. Hold it close, this tender ache, a bittersweet refrain, For in the tapestry of time, nostalgia soothes the pain.