Night

She lies in bed
A hot summer night
Her skin sticks to the sheets
But she refuses to open a window

She wraps herself in the comfort, yet additional warmth of the quilt
She feels no one beside her
She traces his shape with her fingers
She touches where his head would rest on the pillow

She feels and remembers
She scans her brain, trying to recall everything
His smell
His skin
His breath
His eyes
His touch
His smile
His laugh

She tries to remember and cries
She cries for fear of what she has already lost

It has been a long time since she shared her bed
Even longer since she shared her heart

As the heat grows to be unbearable
And she dries her tears
Her heart feels light
Her mind is at peace

She knows he has to go
She knows she'll always love him
But she's ready to give her heart to someone new

She's ready
She falls fast asleep
Under the glow of the moon
And the now open window

Nostalgia

New friends at an old place
The comfort is there
But only for you

They can't understand the significance
They can't see the fun times, boring times, old times

"Just like old times"
Is this really true, even when things and people change?

Is it that you are with new people?
Or is it you?
Are you that far from who you were?

You ache for what used to be
You long for what has been
You wonder who you've become