Sentimentality

Keeps messing with my head,

It takes a  pleasing moment

And makes it magnificent instead.

Nostalgia paints it golden

Makes it altogether pure:

A rose-tinted  yearning

Is what I wistfully endure.

I long for a future

Where I’m not dissatisfied.

I want to find a place

Dreams and reality can collide.

Copyright © Sophie Harrington (2017)