Nostalgia

I find myself chasing that memory

Just to hold it tight in my arms

And take a deep breath of its old scent of home

Bringing the fragrant magic of those times

Like the scent of the early rain long dried

A fading memory locked away in time

And yearning to caress the forgotten memory

Like a lost, forgotten child

Still trying to catch hold of the memory in the wind,

Gently swept away by time.

I feel protective,

For I don't want to contaminate its magic

With the present.

It's time for me to let go.

Such is the unforgiving pang of nostalgia,

Makes you feel like a pained lover that

Overwhelms your emotions.