Nostalgia Is Regret

If somebody has loved
less than I have, then to him
nostalgia is regret
something that was never given up,
only left down his memory lane
with an unbearable pain
and a feeling of shame...
crying more pitifully than a lost pup!

Could I turn away and feel well...
making believe that nothing
as profound as tenderness
won't allow tears to fall
and get rid of bitterness?
Do men cry and won't tell?
Shouldn't they stop blushing?
Being human is never humiliating!

If somebody has held
on an intimate secret
and refused to reveal it,
he should have the courage
to free it from its darkness
and declare it without rage!
Confirming every truth is a kind
of relief, an effort to end the struggle
that was an expanding bubble
ready to burst and vanish from sight! 

Nostalgia is regret,
a mood longing for a distant past;
has anyone ever seized it,
not letting escape it from his tight fingers? 
Do moments fleeing into memory remain on silent lips?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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