NOSTALGIC

Nostalgic…

A flood of memories, 

the silent skies, the silent streets, 

a distant song and subdued faces will forever haunt - perhaps that is a part of the gig. 

The thoughts are so vivid even the ill-feeling in the pit of stomach is present (once again) 

and after all the disbelief and shock, 

the internal lion roars out of nowhere.

(I think) until resolved, we are supposed to remember but how soon we forget. 

The unsettled comes in furious and agitated

with no recourse or substitute – and we regress. 

Laden with sorrow or guilt 

what kind of sullen trick do we play with our heads, our hearts and our souls?

It doesn’t have to be this way…

Use forgiveness.

There is no going back

no changing the unchangeable.

Some things are meant to stay, but if it hurts so badly and there is nothing left to learn – 

we must forgive and let go. 

Staying in pain takes a huge commitment.

releasing is an act of the fearlessness 

and that is a memory we all have, 

In silent skies, empty streets and a distant song. (dl) 

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