An ache,
dull from disuse,
beats beneath my breast.
I recall,
the flutters,
the overpowering heat,
the way you made me feel.
But this recollection,
it pales in comparison
to how I felt
when I knew you were mine.
I stutter,
trip over the echoed emotion,
wonder at the loss
I no longer feel.
Nostalgia,
not heartbreak,
is the name of this ache.
Author notes
I haven't written any poetry in two years (honestly, it seems like longer), so I know I'm rusty. But I just got bored and decided to look over some of my old poetry. In doing so, I felt the need to see if I could still write anything. It's not perfect (far from it), but I'm satisfied with it nonetheless.
Also, it never hurts to put your feelings out there. Well, ok, it can, but I think writing this did me some good--organizing some thoughts I'd been having for quite awhile now feels good. (And, no, this isn't aimed at one, specific former love, but all of them.)
What do you think?
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Oooohh I love this!! The idea of nostalgia as an ache is beautiful! Definitely one of my favorites!
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