Bittersweet Waves

Nostalgia

Bittersweet and callous

Waves crash onto me,

Consuming my thoughts in a whirlwind of pain

No warnings

No signs

Only the sudden pang in my heart,

A reminder of what can never return

While my soul grows old

My mind remains young

Filled with the prophecies of my future,

Held back by the memories of the past

How do I move on

To the chapter racing towards me

If those in which I surround myself

Possess the emblems of my childhood?

There’s no need to forget

No need to let go

For I am embodied by my past—

Every person—

Every object—

Every day—

Connecting to form the pieces of my mind

Take one and I am broken

Take all and I am empty

My clock moves forward

Leaving no time for dwelling

I must accept the tragic truth:

There is no time machine

There is no portal

So I embrace my past

Open arms and an open mind

The whirlwind becomes a draft,

As I am carried into the future

Full of gratitude and contentment

Nostalgia

Bittersweet and callous

Waves flow through me,

Filling the inner workings of my soul

No warnings

No signs

Only the sudden warmth in my heart,

A reminder of the joyous years that will always flow alongside me