The past is filled with nostalgia
Tainted, as it is, by my interactions with life
For every good moment
Three points of misery arise
Suffocating their charm
I remain wistful, though
Recalling the love
Wishing I knew how to have made some moments brighter
So many gone from my sight
So many memories faded
Yet the pleasure remains
John, the aspiring theologian
So full of grace and love
I hope he is well
My childhood crush
Her name was Buffy
I often wonder what happened to her
So many glorious people
Their names lost
Those i will never be able to find again
There was the charming and beautiful woman of Cyprus
I was too cowardly to pursue her
Caroline could not spare much time for me
She was on a timeshare, though
With all the other guys
The crew of Cartmell Hall
There were so many of us
Some actually lived there
Not sure this is going where it began
But it feels good to reminisce
Loves that could have been
Loves that should not have been expressed
Friendships that will always be in my memories
So many people, looking back
That helped me be a better man
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