Nostalgic

Here I sit with the late afternoon breeze
A cup of tea right before me
I think of you and all those moments
That were filled with love and ecstasy

I'm reminded of your voice
The soft whisper of a nightingale in disguise
The sharp intakes of breath
The lone melody in a babel of noise

I'm reminded of those endless nights
When I couldn't get myself to sleep right
When reality was far better than fantasy
When our love was the guiding light

I'm reminded of how suddenly it all vanished
How the love between us remained famished
Slowly the tears start welling up
As promises taken tarnish

I'm left with a vestige called friendship
The saviour in the hardship
I'm not alone,
And yet my heart's ripped

I still sit here with the late afternoon breeze
Reminiscing moments that were for keeps
Moments containing you and me
That were filled with love and ecstasy

And I'm nostalgic.