How fresh could nostalgia be
In the going coming of age?
Like the dark purple in sky and fairy lights
And you with confused smile
And everyone was about to leave
I didn't want to
I didn't know about you
Maybe it was something in the air
Or was it you
sitting alone just with you
I felt weight of heart in my ribs
Filling up with magic

And on the way home I cried
As time will fly by and I might want to

Relive it

And I do...