I am not alone
nostalgia dogs my every step
remnants of raindrops long blown dry
dust coats my favorite chair
crying and smiling without provocation
I swat at imaginary disturbances
Constantly roused from dreamless sleep
frantically gnawing and pawing at my bedroom flow
'Oh nostalgia hounds me'
sighing at imaginary friends' recollections
gawking after long strangers' backs
Waving at my reflection, caressing my own lips
fond memory dogs my every thought
refuses to be cast aside
the honey of nostalgia drips from my drunken lips
savored and absorbed for safe keeping
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