Nostalgia comes in shades of blue,
brown, and pirate's purple.
There are t-shirts and dresses
in these colours out on display.
Through the glass it isn't the mannequins
but the remnants of those little boys and girls I see.
I remember the day we lost a beachball
to the strong gushing wind; she wore yellow.
I remember the day we walked upon planks
pretending as though it were fire beneath; he wore green.
Nostalgia also comes in shades of yellow,
green, and pirate's purple.
This is a little poem that I'd written in memory of my childhood, the friends I had and have whose faces are the same but are different now. I'd written this poem, it being the first thing that came to my mind when I read the word 'nostalgia'. Comments, critisism welcome. :)
