Poetry: Nostalgia

Nostalgia

Nostalgic for the days when

I thought my first love would

be my last because

these days I'm just scared

that it might be true

and all I really want to know

is if you think about the

same shit that I do, wondering

what might have happened

if things had been different.

I know that I'll never know

and I can't stop thinking about it

because it's the only thing

I know for certain anymore

and I've never known how

to face the future.

Ever since I thought you

looked beautiful in the light

pouring in through the

kitchen window, I've been

stuck there, on that single,

undeniable truth,

that I loved you,

whether or not it was right,

and that changed everything.

A/N: I don't write enough poetry, so it's my intention to start writing and posting it on a more regular basis. This was a quick, five-minute poem I worked up this evening. I'm not that happy with it, but maybe I can use parts of it for something else later on. Or maybe I'll come back to it and think that I actually do like it. Who knows.