I miss when my words had depth,
and my messages were poignant.
Time causes the appreciation of simple things,
however it also feeds the nostalgia--
the ever hungry,
though deceivingly gentle beast.
Some days, the smallest event
triggers a tidal wave of memories:
A wilting flower in a dusty vase
On a mantle besided framed, faded photographs...
A scent:
Roses, chocolate, warm aromas from the kitchen...
The dulcet tones of a song almost forgotten...
The rain...
Memories upon memories lapping at your heart,
threatening to carry it out to sea
Dangerous memories of better times
Times of smiles, music, flowers and rain
Of dancing and laughter
Only dangerous because they paralyze the present
With your eyes turned pastward,
new memories are never born
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Submission Name: Nostalgia
