The Glory Days
It's okay, I feel it too.
The way you feel when you've lost
something hidden from the world;
unknown to the frequent traveler,
untouched by the oblivious passerby.
We were there though.
The Sun rising on the mighty,
setting on the lowly,
until we too were in the mid of the day
lying on the field under the noon-day lights.
We grew in that glow,
and slept in its aftermath;
always wondering what it meant,
or if it meant anything at all.
I remember the way it felt—
The aimlessness,
that in the end had a destination;
A destination that was safe—
Safe from the known;
because maybe we didn't know,
and when we did we were wrong.
Regardless of what now ties us down,
I know these are the times;
The moments that take you;
capture you and won't let you go.
They haunt you for the rest of your days—
A haunting that is both good and evil;
a taste that is both bitter and sweet.
And the more they pass,
the more you forget what you've lost;
or if you've lost anything at all.
And soon you don't know anymore.
Until that moment it hits;
like a familiar scent.
Reminding you of what was,
and what can be.