Nights Like This

The faint familiarity of nostalgia
Begins to set in once again.
What happened to everything
we could have been?
It was our own definition of love
Never a judgement made
Our faces always in the breeze
As the streetlights passed us by
We were the never ending story.
We were invincible.
Each of us had our own history
But together we weren't labeled
As just another sad story
Together we were a novel
A novel of each adventure we took
But now this is all past tense,
Of course
The good things will always find an end
A brutal, heartbreaking goodbye.
And even now
After so much time
I can still feel the rush of being
With my constellation
Of people I love