The Strange Nostalgia for a Time You Never Knew
By Saywisely
1 min read
Sep 28, 2024
A faded photo, sepia-toned,
A melody, a ghostly drone.
And in my heart, a strange desire,
To warm myself at a forgotten fire.
I miss the streets I've never walked,
The conversations never talked.
This borrowed ache, this sweet, false pain,
For a sun-drenched yesterday's rain.
A melody, a ghostly drone.
And in my heart, a strange desire,
To warm myself at a forgotten fire.
I miss the streets I've never walked,
The conversations never talked.
This borrowed ache, this sweet, false pain,
For a sun-drenched yesterday's rain.