Nostalgia, carry with it relief for something we escaped, or sadness for an opportunity we missed. And sometimes it brings a little of both.

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I thought of you this morning

In a sweet, nostalgic daydream.

Filled with river walks and ice cream cones

And letters written in reams.

I remembered phone calls exploring maybe,

Probably-nots relief-tinged, yet sad

Exhilarating days of thinking we could

Heartbreaking nights of wishing we had.

I thought of receiving your letters.

How I read them again and again.

I relived the pleasure of knowing someone like you

Wanted someone like me as a friend.

I wondered how you slipped out of my life.

And I wondered where you might be.

Then the tears in my eyes and the ache in my heart

Yanked me back into reality.

Closing my eyes, I tried to picture your face. 

And I saw you next to a bay.

A child beside you, holding your hand

On a beautiful cloudless day.

Then a smile touched my lips, my heart became light,

I felt close to you once again.

For I knew that I’d capture the true essence of you

With the image, I conjured just then.

So, I whispered a prayer asking my God

To keep you safe there by the bay.

And for His grace to find you, there

On a similar cloudless day.

By Linda Troxell

From: United States

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