You are nostalgia
Just one taste
Of sweet on my tongue.
You are warmth
Taken away
Just
Before it burns.
You are what
I dream about
Think about
Write about.
It is this fleeting
Magic of you
That I chase
And hope to find
But never will
As you have changed.
You are rose tinted
And deceptively greener
As that is
The magic of
Something
That can be thought
Of fondly
Because it is over.