nostalgia
longing drips off of my fingers
it folds my emotions into useless
unmoving spirits.
longing takes my breath asway
it holds my heart roughly
begging for dominance.
i desire for the past
nostalgia so strong,
it sweeps me off my feet.
remembering the past hurts so good.
times that have past
smell like musty memories
ones just plucked from the train
of my giggling wiggling thoughts
oh the past hurts me so good.
sage