I am not alone

nostalgia dogs my every step

remnants of raindrops long blown dry

dust coats my favorite chair

crying and smiling without provocation

I swat at imaginary disturbances

Constantly roused from dreamless sleep

frantically gnawing and pawing at my bedroom flow

‘Oh nostalgia hounds me’

sighing at imaginary friends’ recollections

gawking after long strangers’ backs

Waving at my reflection, caressing my own lips

fond memory dogs my every thought

refuses to be cast aside

the honey of nostalgia drips from my drunken lips

savored and absorbed for safe keeping