Old nostalgic places
Haunting me as I step.
A bar where we sat.
A restaurant carrying your name.
The dive you played.
The corner where the cold seeped in
Much like it’s doing today.
Reminders everywhere I look,
flapping erratically all around me like bats.
The difference a year makes,
I am not the same person.
Neither are you.
Time is a great equalizer,
Leveling out our existence and giving us perspective.
Nothing has really changed and, yet, everything has changed.
But nostalgia treats most of us kindly,
And these resplendent memories bring a scant smile to my face.
My mood is melancholy…not quite sad but acknowledging that enticing moment in my tapestry of reminiscence.
To be in my retrospection is a compliment because you left a mark, a beautiful blemish that brands my existence and contributes to my growth.
The dissonant and incongruous keys that were played tell a story I may not want to hear but awaken my soul,
So that emotions can flow and remind me that I am not dead.
There is no need for tears.
The ghost of you passed through me long ago.
Now, you are my teacher…guiding my steps toward the path that is meant for me.
Once a lover, your kiss broke open the demons trying to get out, leaving a hollow space that now beckons another…