I sat in nostalgia

I sat in nostalgia By Phan Tan Hai I sat, looking across the sky at flowers and leaves. You walked quietly into the moonlight, filling the sky with light, and gently breathed into my soul. I sat in front of a blank page, waiting for you as if waiting for words to appear, while nostalgia tilted the ink lines that were always as melancholic as the days when you were growing up. I sat, looked through the window, and whispered to the rain drizzle outside, waiting for you to return in the moonlight, with tears glistening on your lips. I sat, drawing on the page a thousand-year-old love that has not yet faded, where you, the teenage girl at the time, ran after me at the ancient tribe of the long night. I sat in the middle of the forest, howling because I missed you like a fairy missed a dragon, missed you with your smile from my past life, and missed you like I miss the sounds of bronze drums. I sat as sad as a stone statue standing in the sky, dividing the sunlight in two, as desolate as the laughter of shattered days carried by the wind on the hillside.