Frost laces the morning grass
And leaves the trees hauntingly barren.
Not a sight or sound in the miles around me.
Only the crisp cold air, creeping into people’s hearts and homes.
Just then, as I lose track of time,
An old friend of mine
Knocks on my door.
I invite her inside
and we turn the fireplace on,
soon radiating warmth to fill up my home.
Nostalgia gifts me an old photo album of our memories.
An as I flip through the pages, I find a stained picture with the edges ripped here and there
but still radiating an energy that fills my heart with fondness.
I see myself with my family and friends, wild and knit together by the fabric of love.
All the warm emotions that I felt back then pave their way into me now
As sorrow made me realize
I didn’t know how much I had back then.
I didn’t know that things wouldn’t last forever.
I deeply wish that we could go back
To the warmth and hope whispering in the early autumn dawn.
I look up from my book of memories with teary eyes,
But Nostalgia had vanished from my home.
But then I remember that Nostalgia is a special friend
who only visits me in the dark winter months to free me from my isolation for a few moments.
I cannot hold onto something,
Wishing for it to return.
It will always be a part of me, resonating within my spirit
And reside in all of my new memories to come.