Feeling

Walking across the bridge

I felt the familiar scent out of the blue;

Filled with nostalgia and ache in my Heart—

I stopped to turn;

But couldn't, as if to avoid those—

Again come to my house and pour a glass of wine

To party and leave without my permission;

Again leaving me hurt and pained

To again clean the World around:

For making it a nostalgia

Out of that Feeling.

A Rewind.