Silverfish

Spring Rain and Whatever Happened

I do miss those soft, sweet, lavender-grey skies. Those golden ochre fields in the afternoon.

What happened to our land?
Who took this from us?
A depravity I've come to recognize so easily.
So often.

This distant nostalgia feels so close now.
I remember who I was before.
I remember those days and can fall back into them without hesitation.