Nostalgia is my childhood
while swept by the collective desire to grow up
i always paused in the middle—
it was my secret

i wanted to stay
in the feeling of nothingness
in the laughter—
that was never far from our lips

bask in friendships
created instantly,
in two sentences, “hello” “hi”

reassured in the knowledge that—
we were okay
the certainty that fueled our dreams
crazy dreams they were called
but they were real to us
truer than paint on a canvas

we created worlds that—
could never compare to this one
sang songs that had no tone but
they were sweet
unchallenged in its joy

i look up at the full moon
and conjure those memories
we sat beneath the moon
lit by its light

camped together in the space that—
gave us the best view of the sky
the cold wind all around but—
warm within our circle.

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Mohamed Sarfan's picture

Dear Poeter, Life has buried a few grammars in the sense of thoughts. Each man's unique life is just brought from the novelty twists in the quest. The thinking mind and thoughts within the circle you have drawn in this poem are just standing there unable to come out. Write More Congratulations

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