By Amber Spalding

he wears that sweater you like.

the one with blue and white stripes,

reminding you of your 


your innocence 

and those family seaside holidays you adored.


these memories are so vivid you can almost taste them,

the taste of mischievous sand in your sandwiches 

and the smell of sun cream stuck in your hair.

you think about how peaceful your life once was.


he takes off the sweater as the sun

beams across his chest,

lighting up those moments which can never be relived.

you see these memories flash before your eyes

like a broken cassette tape


flicking through your life

like a film

never stopping, until this moment.


suddenly the past is erased,

your memories leave nothing but a 

scent of nostalgia,

longing for your return.

Learn more about Amber in her bio on the Featured Authors page.

Published by HLWW Featured Author

Featured Author of the Heartland Society of Women Writers

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