Basked in Nostalgia

Image location: Church Street Social
The autumn breeze strokes my hair
As I switch lanes absentmindedly
Greeted by a lone streetlight’s blare
I push brakes on my car midway

The radio buzzes furiously
Gasping for connection
The musk of bricked walls
Makes my heart heavier

The door of my old house creaks
Dust clad and filthy
Been a while since I visited
Nothing had changed, just me

A distinctly different person now
Yet my soul was chirping
Recognizing the old rhythm
Wanting to match steps to the beat

The trees swayed ceremoniously
As though my arrival was inevitable
A changed person I may be
A part of me will always live here

I take a deep breath to hold it forever in
Just a few seconds here and I am
Basked in the nostalgia of
Newspapers and undiluted conversations.


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