Nostalgia.

That memory sparked a connection,

a nexus incepted in affection,

there, not all days are bright,

though at the end, there definitely is light.

Even the sad days fade,

no matter how far I strayed,

They pulled me on track,

with the juggernaut of a flashback.

They won’t let you drown,

they will never let you down,

sometimes, they will shield you from the rain.

They hold great power,

with emotions they devour,

sometimes, they sway you out of pain.