Nostalgia

Nostalgia

Today it hit me.

It doesn’t happen that often - or maybe it hasn’t happened at all.

But, I had a profound sense of longingness.

I missed you. I missed home.

Maybe there was a lapse in my judgment.

An inability to see the bad.

The harm caused.

But for that second, that quick moment.

My stomach turned, my breath was lost.

I missed you.

I dreamed about you recently.

When I awoke I convinced myself you were dead.

I wouldn’t know if you were.

It doesn’t happen that often.

I read a short piece about San Francisco.

It didn’t mention the overpriced rent,

the homelessness crisis.

It painted a picture of a sunny day, an iced coffee, a sweet park.

A park that you and I would visit.

With cheese and wine in hand.

It didn’t mention you. It didn’t mention us.

But it reminded me of you. Of us.