Nostalgia

The walls are talking as I walk down the old halls the sound of the keyboard so late at night the tears running down my face the hours of my deepest emotions The hours when people would learn the most If only they cared to listen The grace of my fingers as they speak my words The music inside me is drowning as well All the signs I keep ignoring My goal is to take better care of myself wake up feeling good every morning proud to see myself in the mirror to see where I was and who I became and what I never left behind The feelings in my soul Have been forgotten for a long time How can my love and my best friend never see me skate never see my sing never see me play never see me write never see my poems They're not things I'm hiding they're just things I've let go We've both lost joy in the things we enjoy my old hope now is that we can experience each others joy together without a fight Go to your sports games go to my plays go to your concerts go to my orchestras Paint together build together walk together create together We shouldn't be doing them alone anymore That's the point of marriage Isn't it? Why else would you be marrying someone If they weren't the one you wanted to spend every day with? The one you wanted to create new memories with instead of trying to relive the old ones I think we're with better people this time I know that's one of my main objectives I haven't thought of the future much recently But that's what I really want to see I can picture how I want to feel waking up every morning I can feel what it would be like to walk in the park with you To experience anything in nature with you What could be more amazing than that? Well I know one thing to go to bethel with you to go to conventions and assemblies with you to sit next to you at memorials to do regional with you to walk in service with you We've been missing a lot of things Help me get through 126 more days Then we can start planning our future and all of this will then become our nostalgia