Nostalgic Truths

I wonder about those quiet nights,

Did she reveal her true delights,

Or was it all part of a sad reality,

Her inability to free herself alone.

If somehow I might get past rage,

Then we could realize the truth

Is, we all wish to feel a security,

A peace of mind, let’s believe.

There was this frozen landscape,

We told stories and laughed in love,

I’d like to share that moment again,

For who that lover is, I still wait.

Until that time might ever reappear

A gentle soul, her breeze, is near.