Nostalgia Hurts


Sometimes it feels like time stopped
and the only thing still changing is me.

My family is turning into phantoms,
yet I’m the only one who disappeared.

I wonder if this life I chose is selfish,
I’m afraid I changed too much this time.

Seasons became years and soon those years
will be decades of ghosts locked in time.

Nostalgia hurts and the home I miss
is filled with graves. The long-distance

daughter cherished for the space she keeps.
I guess my boundaries became sacred,

but everything has a cost and I traded
the home I came from to live my dreams.

My mom has always been selfless
and that’s the one thing I’ll never be.

I’ve got one life to live and I’m living it for me.