Nostalgia | ✔

i close my honey eyes
for 'nostalgia' is here,
my lovely dance partner
swirling me in the air
as i collapse in his arms,
kiss his crestfallen lips
'n' feel his doleful eyes
so lost in fadin' whisps

his ever soft fingertips
slowly grace my hair
and tuck a stray lock
behind my delicate ear
before taking my hand
'n' caught up in the rain
both of our souls walk
down the memory lane

across the lonely nights
'n' tear soaked pillows
the unsent love letters
written under willows
waiting on a staircase
eyes set on a shut door
and pills falling down,
rolling on a cold floor

right into your arms
filled with love 'n' care
and your soft whisper
with that magical flair
days of happy melody
when we sang our song
'n' you used to hug me
so tight 'n' for so long

sweet moments of us
rocking chairs by lake
steaming tea by sunset
meltin' like a snowflake
serenades on the radio
drivin' by country roads,
the cities 'n' the streets
under the neon boards

to those days of freedom
when we were so young
wild strokes of laughter
ringin' as melody unsung
teenage years of insanity
runnin' in parks, oh swings
hung between the trees
feelin' like we had wings

through old school days
homework, heavy bags
the lazy early mornings
misbehavin', time lags
them frowning teachers
a noise in the corridors
children runnin' about
mischief in their cores

days when i loved paint
them silly strokes of art
on torn, crumpled papers
messy shades from heart
back to that lovely time
when i toddled unsure
and fell in mama's arms
the only shelter so pure

i peep over a lovely cot
watching the li'l me sleep
a careless infant at peace
only for my mum to keep
a starry mobile hanging
over my tiny baby crib
and, just incase i drool,
around my neck, a bib :)

he looks at me 'n' smiles
my companion of years,
i press nostalgia's hand
my eyes filled with tears,
i feel lucky to have him
for you may forget me
but just know, forever
nostalgia
will
remember
me

Author's Note

Published on 15/09/2019

Finally, the title. :')

This poem was written by Hazel at 5:24am on August 23, 2018. A day when she met the dawn by staying up all night like many other endless nights. This poem, like many other poems that she could prolong as there's no end to her memories, is a backward journey to the start of life. A journey that Hazel takes almost everyday with her companion 'Nostalgia'. How was it? ^-^

There were still 37 poems to go before she could publish this last poem so she decided to keep it a secret for all this while. And today when she's publishing it, her lover and companion for years, 'Nostalgia', sits by her side, smiling at her. He has kindness melting in his soft brown eyes and Hazel has never been this proud of herself before. She has finally managed to write this little book of memories for her lover. He is proud. So is she. :')❤

Cheers to the beautiful journey of nostalgia that I shared with my lovely readers. This book is dedicated to all of you who stood by my side and patiently waited for me while I got lost in the nostalgic kingdom of memories. You are the gems of my life..people whom I've never seen yet you never fail to motivate me. No matter how many times I say 'thank you', I can never pay you folks back for your constant support and love that you've shown for my poetry. ❤

So, this is the end, I guess. I'm not good with ends. Never was. Hence, 'Nostalgia'. :') But I have to say that everything has to end. It's inevitable. The sooner you realize this, the better. I might be bad at adjusting with endings but I believe that not everyone has to be that way. Writing 'Nostalgia' was my way of adjusting. Do you see the effort? So never stop trying. You might succeed one day. :")

However, we all get days in our lives when we fail to do this so, someday, when you're lying in your bed with tears falling down your eyes, or sitting by the window with emptiness tugging at the edge of your sweatshirt...you'll come back to this book of mine to collect all the memories that you've left here somewhere between the words. You'll come back to know that you're not alone. That there was an ordinary girl called Hazel who had a friend called 'Nostalgia' and she knew all that you're going through. So just keep holding on. Almighty helped her survive by gifting her the talent to scribble out her pain in a book called 'Nostalgia'. He'll help you too. Not this way..but He has no shortage of ways. Keep faith in Him. He'll get back to you. :')❤❤

For now, farewell my lovelies. Hope to meet you somewhere down the memory lane again. Adios. :')❤

P.S I don't intend to publish 'Nostalgia' for now but if I ever do it, I'll republish the introduction of this book with the news. Goodbye! ❤

Much Love,
Hazel *-*