Smile with your eyes one last time

No regrets, starry eyes and watery smiles

Violins and old memories

Guitar strings and the knowing pressure of hands. 

Arms touching, we look forward

And back at times gone by

In a blur of happy and not so happy

Wistful nostalgia bordering on melancholy

Love, embraces and loosely planted last kisses on sweaty brows. 

Of firsts and lasts and all the uncountables in between. 

Many and not as many as we wanted. 

Living in moments

Feeling nineteen all over again at the memory of a familar touch

The same old tune of indie blasting on the radio

You, me and nostalgia. 

Tonight, together. 

One last time. 


#reverie

From the archives, Oct 3, 2020

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