Nostalgic about something that never happened . . .

Walking through the breeze on calm evening holding the hands I wish could hold onceI'm nostalgic about something that never happened

Feeling the touch I never feltStill looking into the deep eyes I've never seenI'm nostalgic about something that never happened

Feeling the pain of separation fromSomeone I never knewI'm nostalgic about something that never happened

Feeling her scent in every bit of meand yet craving to smell it once in lifeI'm nostalgic about something that never happened

Anticipating her response to a proposal I never madeI'm nostalgic about something that never happened

Trying to forget something I never wanted to Holding the breath, I had never takenI'm nostalgic about something that never happened . . .