Reminiscence

I sit on my bed, alone in my room

and make my way through past photographs

piano Music plays in the background

Illicit memories begin to flood

entrancing me in a Stupendous world

in which my touch is no longer Seen

as i reminisce on those good old times

pictures flip by and i'm left with a Yearning

an Overwhelming need to feel their presence

this dream, though, is Unreal and it will never be.