Nostalgia

Sometimes
When I’m by myself
I can sit still
And smell you near.
Isn’t that funny?
And sad, too
‘Cause you’re an ocean away.

There are days
When I say to myself,
“This day, so many years ago
He was here with me.”
That’s a funny thing now.
And sad, too
‘Cause you’re an ocean away.

I try not to wallow
Because it gets sickening.
It’s too sweet
And too sour
To remain in the past.
There’s the chance
That silly ol’ me is going to begin
That infamous game of “Remember When?”

(And the sad thing is
I’ll be playing it by myself
‘Cause…
Well, you know why.)

When it is time for bed
And darkness descends,
I can’t fight it.
Hugging my pillow to me for comfort,
I remember again.

You
With your arms around me
Breathing rhythmically
Solid, safe, and supple
And I
With my nose pressed to your skin
Taking you in
Texture by texture
Scent by scent
And trying not to weep.

When I awaken the next morning
I long for the future.
Whatever that is.

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