Poetry - Nostalgia

A poem by Simon Nguyen
I suddenly feel sad 

In the middle of the night.

Am I sad because of the sound of raindrops

Or because of a nostalgic heart?

How I miss my mother's bosom 

And my father's sturdy arms.

How I miss roaming streets with friends

On warm summer afternoons.

Gone are the days of childhood.

Lost is the pulse of my youth.

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I remember my first love

Whom I met on a rainy night.

We shared an umbrella 

Under menacing skies.

Her hair glistened in the dripping rain,

And her eyes sparkled like stars on a moonless night.

My love, where are you now?

Do you still remember your soulmate

Or was I just a puff of cloud on a clear-sky day?

~~~

I suddenly feel sad 

In the middle of the night.

Am I sad because of the sound of raindrops

Or because of a nostalgic heart?