Nostalgia

A part of my heart
Will always be with you
You were my sweet
Brown-eyed blue

It’s hard to let go
Of what we once were
And hard to admit
That someday, I won’t be “her”

We made something beautiful
And as I watch it go
As though on a boat
Slowly leaving shore

I feel nostalgia
And a longing to paddle home
Not strong enough to make me do it
But strong enough to let me know

A piece of my heart
Will always be with you
On this island
In the middle of our ocean blue.

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