Reminisce

To reminisce is to think of us;

To think of everything we once were;

To think of us is...

Bittersweet.

Bitter in the sense of regret,

Sweet in the way of compassion.

The taste of what we are now...

So acrid.

To think of those long nights,

To think that maybe all the tears were worth the fight

In my eyes the battle was lost.

As it is, time waits for no one.

Maybe it was for the best

The tears have emerged in my eyes

So the reminiscing must end.

It always leaves the Acrid taste,

But any taste is better than none.

Author's Note

Sorry it's kind of rough. It was a spontaneous writing. Enjoy.