The Sting Of Yesterday Poem by ashok jadhav

I reach for the past as one might grasp a friend,
expecting warmth, a gentle familiar hand.
But nostalgia bites with teeth I did not know,
turning memory into a wound that will not heal.
The laughter I once cherished
now echoes sharp and hollow,
reminding me of moments I cannot touch,
of voices that have faded into absence.
Even joy becomes a double-edged thing,
a sweetness that stings, a light
that blinds me to what remains.
I wander through my memories
and find only ghosts dressed as comfort,
mocking the life I still inhabit.
Nostalgia promised solace,
but left me aching in the quiet,
a heart heavy with what once was,
and cannot be again.