Nostalgia

Isolated, your vulnerability emerges. Your guard down, as in tears i drown.

Above me lay a cotton field,

From which the sun shed its scorching beams.

The unnamed treasured feelings emerging in the air,

I believed was all I needed to be forever happy.

The musty aroma now easy to bear.

Chirping sparrows become melodious to hear.

As if to celebrate March Twenty Second.

Little things, like smiles and stolen kisses, when meant a great deal.

Alone, no longer, when all disappeared.

Under the blazing candlelight on a stormy night.

To memories, I seek refuge from conflict inside.

No magic carpet to whisk me away.

It’s a shame moonlight, can’t enlighten the darkness within.