Memories

 Strange
To be nostalgic for times 
Now gone.

Strange,
To remember recent years
With fondness.

Strange,
I don't remember being happy.
I'm just happy that it's over. 

Yet we made it through 
Those dark times.
I don't think it made us better,
I don't think it brought us together.

And yet
When we look back 
On yesterday,
We'll wonder
Whether we could be as strong
As we used to be.