nostalgia

I've laughed, smiled and cried.

Yes! For the unseen-

for the imagined.

I've penned in red,

I've oft° implored my mind to think-

beyond memories that hold,

truths and lies once lived.

I've once penned and shredded the mind

to pieces of their kind;

the unheard,

the untold-

the good, bad and ugly.

Amid the unrelenting drizzle;

rhythmic with the dancing pen,

I reminisce.

I echo the memory-

when smiles warmed frozen hearts.

Bunguswa Writes.