Nostalgia
Pleasant remembrance,
a true resemblance-
Nothing compares to your
dark luminescence.
I can reminisce in delight and still see the night-
I can recall your smiles, but so filled with fright.
I believe that all dark memories come with light-
and with each passing moment I no longer have sight.
Nostalgia is but a sentimental flashback-
We long for the moments we figuratively lack.
Craving for the white to return from the black-
and in the middle of the cement a crooked crack.
But when I think of you I don’t feel the adoration-
I sense the circumstances of intimate separation.
I think of all the loveliness God put in your creation-
yet you acted impulsively without alleviation.
Remembering your temper with a red-hot flare-
Not knowing if you really knew we all did care.
I’d look into your red eyes and all I’d see a blank stare-
all the days and nights filled with fear and prayer.
This time of year, I start to feel uncomfortable in remorse-
Your moods were such an unrecognizable force.
All the days of your life thrown off your direct course-
I feel if it were today, my deep love I would reinforce.
Nostalgia is nothing but a sentimental thought-
But at times regret fills with the wars we fought.
Oh, how I remember all the hope in you I sought-
but I feel the only thing nostalgia brought…
-was a lesson in the present that should’ve been taught.
November 26, 2016
Copyright © Beautiful Scars | Year Posted 2016
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