Nostalgia

Nostalgia is a particular color

Lit by the fire of the bridges I burned 

Good memories particularly hazy

With the smoke of the ruins lingering about 

The path to the current self

Lined in the tombstones of the me’s who died in those fires 

The life I spent so much time creating 

Built out of the destruction of everything I knew 

Creation and destruction can look similar in a mirror, I suppose