Nostalgia That Isn't Mine
I got lost one night and ended up in the place where my parents fell in love.
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We all make choices
Even when we preach, "I just didn't have a choice"
So maybe it was my fault we ended up there that night.
When we sat on that park bench
The drag of my cigarette took me back
To a night, In 1984
When I imagine they were foolishly in love
It's a long shot
But it could've been their spot
That school, That love, I did not care
so close I could almost feel his arms around her
The choices they made
I feel the weight
Of a nostalgia that isn't mine
Burdened to this day by the choices made
In that moment, their love was not enough
The word "suicide" on his tongue
Death on his mind
I hate that I have the feeling of the tightness in his chest
The desire to fall out of a car
But I can't help but wonder if the laughter of my children would stop me
He thought he was doing me a favor, He thought he was helping
By leaving those many years ago.
Although I still cry myself to sleep sometimes
He was right, He helped
I am always reminded
That the day he left is the day he chose to make her the strongest women,
And me the strongest offspring.
So I wipe the tears off my own face, And whisper "thank you"
About the Creator
Zoe Elizabeth
Creating to cope. I owe everything I am to those who support me, and the God I believe in.
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