My stomach tenses in a nostalgic way.
When I think.
When I turn up the beat.
There are moments when I think I am past.
But in this moment I remember.
All the love that passed along.
And I look, and see how much I have grown.
I know I can never go back.
But I’m okay with that.
Because these days are also bright.
And I refuse to regret.
But there is no harm in looking back.
Taking the time to reflect.
Don’t reject that smile.
Even if people change,
Those memories are still beautiful.
Their still sacred.