Nostalgia

In a crowded room of lonely people There sits a girl distant in thought Who observes the party-goers in awe And sees history they all forgot. A slim woman in ghastly white With nose high in serious assertion Of her undeniable divinity While the girl only thinks of desertion. Beside the maiden is a smirking youth Who cast a meaningful semblance. The girl smiles in bittersweet memory Of the tomboy she had held in reverence. Across the room, dressed leisurely, A man stands among countless peers, Laughing and joking and smiling At some wise crack over beers. In the girl's mind, she can only see A quiet boy with a knack for leading Whom she only had accosted Through a competition for reading. Making a ruckus was a group of women Centered around one with baby in tow. Her speech rivaled a sailor's tongue, Used in a nasty, snickering crow. The image of the woman wavers, Replaced by a glasses-adorned face Who had aspired to be more Than who her cohorts had disgraced. Outfitted in apathy, a man lounges Away from the main festivities, Sitting among a few close friends Though a lady in closer proximity. Gangly and reckless, as she recalls, The man's counterpart watches. A quiet mischief lights his eyes And radiates from his conscience. The links that bound her to them Have been all but severed, But she grins, despite the agony, For the memories that she treasures.