Nothing ever truly ends

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I close my eyes

to feel the cold air

touching my lungs

again –

I was warm,

the light was 

so tangled in my hair

that my fingers 

turned to gold.

Everything about it was

a forever could have been.

Back then,

there was a storm

raging

in my heart

and no one heard

the scream,

the thunder.

At night

the walls of my room

were filled with

lightings coming out

of my chest,

but the noise never 

woke anyone up

besides myself.

Everything ended

how all things end:

it didn't.

Think about it,

nothing ever truly ends,

isn't it so?

Yes,

with time

the storm 

turned to drizzle,

the thunders

turned to whispers,

the lightning

turned to dark,

but the core of it all

lives on

in me.

I just had to let go

of the storm

so I could live.

Sometimes,

at nights,

I think of you. 

I close my eyes

and I'm on that bridge again,

the city lights

reflecting 

in the water,

the cold air

smashing 

my lungs.

I'm smiling 

because

I can still hear the thunder.

Nothing ever truly ends

because nostalgia

will carry on

forever

and oh,

how lucky we are

to have lived things

worth feeling nostalgic over.

One of the most nostalgic songs I've ever heard. It fits.