POETRY

nostalgia

 

a bittersweet pill to swallow 

a spoonful of cinnamon 

a grape you think is sweet 

yet you’re unpleasantly surprised 

when your taste buds realize it’s sour 

wistful thinking about moments long gone

longing for memories that are 

buried beneath the surface 

buried for a purpose

gone for good reason 

and still 

a tiny smile settles on your tear-stained cheeks 

as you rewind and replay those precious moments

you savor those dead memories 

not even realizing

you are burying yourself along with them 

digging your own grave 

the dirt between your fingers and toes and constricting your throat 

starts to feel like home

a home where you and the past

can be together forever

but my dear

nostalgia is no place to live