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
Why did you have to hurt us?
Again?
Again?
‘Cause when I was young
there was a chance
a chance
to be free
a chance to see a woman be
something new and
different
I have a plan
I am
I am
I’m running so fast
going nowhere
just going
forever
I won’t stop to catch my breath
I won’t stop for life or death
I’ll keep going
going
going
I know
pitiful laughs and lies
and joys and cries
and love and skies
that are most breathtakingly
blue
I know
the good and sad
the ugly and bad
the boiling mad
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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