Those were the days,
There were grasses and lawns
streets and fences
Nostalgia is life's way of smoothing the bumps
from memory lane.
After a time, you forget the hurts, the insignificant
slights, the twinges of pain. You are left with
the happy, the glow. The details don't matter
much when you're happy. They are just background,
soft and pleasant complements. When we were young and back in the days and it used to be fine. It used to be less than fine, but fine is how we will remember it.
For a moment,
the past transformed;
Your love was deliciously warm.
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