Nostalgia

she remembers

though she would rather
not suffer that unbidden
apparition of sunlit mornings,
of a face that stood out
from the rest.
over and over again
she summons the evenings
draped in silence broken
only by the soft
cadence of footsteps
and a sudden hammering
of the heart that
could not be abated.

a peculiar sensation begins to stir.

she closes her eyes to drift
to sleep but in the darkness
she sees faces
and hears voices
and feels something
she doesn’t understand
but only makes her want
to roll over in a corner
and drench her pillow
in tears.