Nostalgia

isn’t it weird

how you can feel so alive

in a moment

like your heart’s wide open

and everything around you

just fits

but still,

there’s this quiet pull

in your chest?

like you know

deep down

this moment won’t stay.

and no matter how hard

you try to hold it,

it’s already slipping

through your fingers.

you laugh,

you look around,

and it’s beautiful

but there’s a kind of ache

because some part of you

is already saying goodbye.

Tégla Myra XII. H