Can't be nostalgia
- Lalima

- 5 days ago
- 1 min read
Lethargic spring sun unsure and soft
Insolent breeze stays out my window
The music on my playlist, mostly
Reminds of your presence in me
Hardwood floor digs into my flesh
My hands smell of linseed oil from
Old canvases that now lay spreadeagled across the grassy yard basking...
Just another ritual for sakes
What nostalgia is this that plagues me
When there was never a universe that existed with "us"
I mock my own sentimentality...
the leaves jeer and beckon at me
"Come , dance with us in religion!" .
Twenty pages of nonsense , is that fiction too, I wonder, just a minute.
It's a dull afternoon and I begin to miss your presence all over again...
Afresh! Anew.





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