Nostalgia (for two hands and for a smile)

Nostalgia (for two hands and for a smile)

Nostalgic for the days
that everything I did
was ending with a smile...
How did I end up here?

Nostalgic for the smell of the sunburned skin
the sound of the sea breeze caressing the thyme
the shimering light on ripple waters
the calm and beauty of just being there


All those years, all those days, all those moments
Walking side by side on the sandy beach
the two hands together
without another hand -this strange hand-
to split them apart
 
Or, that's what I thought so.