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 Nostalgia
That old nostalgia
got
to me today.
Thinking about the beach
where we used to play
and holding your hand
and the warm wet sand.
Then the little cafe
at a table for two
where we sat and talked
and I looked at you.
I remember the look
on your lovely face
as I handed you the rose
in the little green vase.
Then I thought of the
feelings we shared
and how we loved
and really cared.
How nice it would be
if you were here now
to share my nostalgia
and hold me somehow.
So I sit and think
of your gentle touch
and how I need it
so very much.
JimKS © 3/3/2001
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