Nostalgia
I feel that one never stops
Loving their past loved ones.
The nostalgia remembers all the
Times when you slept in their bed,
When you first opened up,
When they said they’d never leave you.
You can’t stop the memories.
All the times you’d cry
And all the times you’d fought
Is disconnected in favor of
The memories of their laugh
And the warmth in your body.
