Nostalgic

A house stands on crooked stilts 

On the edge of a cliff 

Braced only by 

Wood beams and 

Rocky shoulders 

The wind pushes against the windows, 

Cheeks puffed up and whistling air 

Like a child pressing their face against a window 

Its song pierces the walls of the house, 

A silent mansion spun through by a 

 ghostly melody 

On a chair by the window, 

A woman sits 

And beside her, a girl crouches close 

Down below them, 

frothy tides 

trace gentle lines

In sand while

Foam fills the crevices in seashells

The beach is quiet, only stirring awake 

with the swishing of leaves

Swaying back and forth

Back and forth

The woman’s thoughts move back and forth

Stuck in the present but flickering 

To the past

She remembers her childhood,

Days of sparkling laughter

And even brighter dreams

She remembers her life, how alive it had been

The girl next to her does not speak

Her eyes are glazed over in golden haze

She smiles freely, 

Corners of her lips upturned in a 

smile

The setting sun casts a golden glow 

But the woman can not feel the warmth

She closes her eyes

And when she opens them, the girl is gone

The woman stares, overtaken by 

An immense feeling of 

Beautiful sadness

Hopeful regret

Bittersweet 

nostalgia