Nostalgia the 16th

The 16th day of the month

An air of nostalgia I breathe.

How you looked at me with puppy eyes.

You were a charmer.

A romantic in that kind.

the serenade that captured my heart.

The poem that made me pout.

You sang songs of apologies

and showed me a love so great.

I couldn’t ask for more

You made me the happiest

You offered the world

through your songs.

You laid it on my feet

that it made me float along.

But-

you kissed me goodbye. 11/16

16th of November

How I miss you so much babe.

two years have passed by. (haiku)

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