Sometimes I miss
little things that meant nothing to some
but everything to me
Do you remember the childlike wonder
on those rare days when we got to see
the beautiful rainbow
that covered the windows
and the entire SUV?
How the whole world stopped
as we watched
a beautiful moment in time for you and me?
Sometimes I miss
those little moments
that made you and I so happy
Sometimes I miss
when those drive-thru car washes
meant everything to me
“Stay away,” they’ll say
“She doesn’t think right,”
“She has horrible visions,
incomprehensible to the mind.”
She is disorder
She is me
A single thought blossoms
into sweet insanity
A moment you can’t make
a feeling you can’t shake
I am the monster
they tell you is fake
I am the apathy
leftover from hate
I’m what they hate
that’s what they’ll say
Do you remember the time
that you and I
spent in front of the TV?
We watched Disney cartoons
and the world around us
stopped.
I remember
when nothing else mattered
and we could just be.
Comments
so true. excellent poem
I love reading about other people's nostalgia, nostalgia as a theme... it can be as universal as warm cookies from the oven or a cartoon we all watched, to something as pointedly specific as this, the rainbow suds of a car wash you used to go through with your parent, sibling, or significant other; you can read this poem in a few different ways. No matter who the speaker is referring to, there's a pronounced innocence to this piece that shines through and tugs at the heart.
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