Stuck in a blue, cloudless day
Stuck in a blue, cloudless day
Thoughts transfixed on days long ago
the smell of grass and soil and flowers
nostalgia is in the air...
Nostalgia is a cruel partner capable of inflicting pain
and self-loathing...
as the sun dies once more,
ending the warm, hateful embrace of nostalgia
to be replaced only by sadness with the passing away of the day...
I mourn its loss as my own personal loss
of a bit more of myself
to be stolen
away
by
nostalgia...