Nostalgia
11/1/01

Thoughts are augmented
Eyes become wet
How do I know what it is?
I miss you
I spoke your name yesterday
In a rush of passionate disgrace
You should've been there
When I told of our story
(You'd be proud that I held back my tears)
Of the times that were good
And the times that were bad
And of those bad times-
The ones that were at my fault.
I miss you
What more can I say
What more can I see
Of love and of passion,
Without dying for thee?
How long will it take
Before your heartbeat fades
Away from my ears
And is cast out of my dreams?
When does your skin
Stop feeling so soft?
When will your eyes
Stop haunting me,
Calling me,
Drowning me in their depth?
Dream after dream
Depicts the same nostalgia
Nostalgia
Nostalgia
Nostalgia.
It is not reality-
It cannot be true,
Because I've never missed anyone
The way that I miss you.

Adrienne Helms
aehelms@edisto.cofc.edu