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Nostalgia
Nostalgia floods me
The want of what once was
Feeds off new and forming memories
Attaching itself to whatever it can conprehend
The strength it has
Pulls me under
Calling my name is retrogression
It's hand clasps for mine
Decisions are made
The hand slips away
The waters of the past flow through
Forever
Once was, will be
What will be, well become once was
Live the past
Break the cast
Redo
Retry
Then the arrival
Waking in now and falling forward
Broken has mended
Grasping the final piece
What was missed, what was missing
The void is filled and things feel normal
Limited though, is the feeling
Caligraphy of the mouth
The words chill
And the heart warms
It forms a fog
Only seen and felt, by two
Departure comes and the fog fades
A portion, though, is carried by both
A portion to last, til the last.
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