Nostalgic
time is fleeting
those moments we share
habitually
religiously
with people we love
and come to cherish
sharing moments with
all in the blink of an eye
gone
those moments once
taken far too lightly
pressed for time
fighting off that
malaise aligned to socialize
leaving only deep regrets
behind
wishing to have made
an attempt
that phone call
anything…
it all ebbs and flows
in one direction
as time is a linear thing
one can look back
but only to a place
they can never return
because time changes
people change
and even the moments we share
with those we love
may end up simply in despair
you can sense it
feel it as your arm hairs raise
they are still here
but the air is different
and the sentiment is gone
and nostalgia is all that remains
just a memory in the ether
yearning for what once was
no more
