Nostalgia II

Nostalgia is finding a brother through shared love for music
And a best friend through 1 am chats.

It’s late night talks about secrets and stars and dreams and hopes.
Arguments over the best movies and worst bands.

It’s finding a twin in a sea of strangers
A polar opposite twin, but a twin nonetheless.

It is car rides filled with background music and deep talks
And messages that know just the right thing to say.

It’s 3am phone calls and 9pm letters
And words that make your day.

It’s burdens unburdened in tiny cafés, on days that just don’t last long enough
And vows of protection, for better or for worse.

It’s a decade filled with hate and love, loss and victory and shared joys and pains
And guiding voices through all those times.

It’s making a promise that no matter what, you’ll always be there.
And even on days when it feels like everything is crumbling,
And you’re no longer a part of each other’s lives,
You’ll always be one text, one phone call, one email, away.

Because that’s what Nostalgia is, it’s memories that last forever.



Nostalgia I

Broken Nails

Gone are the days when I used to tell you the minutest of details

When you were the closest person to me
Even though you were on the other side of the land

Now I try to send awkward messages to keep in touch
And with every enter I press I watch our friendship wither away.

Because I’m no longer the first person you call to complain about broken nails;
And I’m not sure if you want to know about my broken nails anymore.

Because every time I want to, I feel this wall between us.
Pushing harder and harder against me, suffocating me in all that’s left unsaid.

But you forgot about my claustrophobia, didn’t you?

It’s okay, because even if you’re not there, I’ll always be here, waiting
At the point where broken nails and triple sundaes meet.

You may have left the shore, but I was always too fond of the beach to leave.