Freed me from a burden I didn’t know I was carrying. Nostalgia is often a silent companion to catharsis.
Why does a lone airplane, flying over my head, on a summer day, bring tears to my eyes… as I look up now, the plane isn’t there… only the memory of a bygone school day lingers, that time when she turned away and didn’t look back… only I kept looking, waiting for a mirage, a mirage that never came. Maybe it wasn’t hot enough, or maybe I just forgot to close my eyes before I looked up, into the sky.
