Nostalgia Bites

Sinking into the past
seems to be all I ever do,

sometimes there's nothing

left to think about

but the comfort of a few

good times gone by.

Quickly they become crowded

by the feeling of nothing left

to look forward to,

then flood in the memories amiss.

I don't miss anymore;
I don't look at our photos,

I don't read the memoirs,
I don't search for you
like you do me.

I remember different from you;

where you remember happy,

I remember angst and uneasiness,

where you remember love,

I remember babble and hearsay,

where you remember friendship,

I remember a spiteful and evil eye.

My future and today are all I have,
they're the only friends I need

that haven't been here since square one.