Nostalgia

I wore the bricolage blanket of old

and saw the stains dazzle again

Like a deglazed pan

That sizzles with past flavours.

I sniffed an air from the bygone

Corridors and big rooms

Where you sat.

You and I, talking, laughing

Setting the world in stone

A kind of never ending sapphire.

Every now and again inverse

Goggles I don, not tinted with roses

But lined for sure with thorn

It hurts to remember what

Never was. It works both ways-

The defeats sing louder because

They form a massing crowd.

It make me sick with memories

Up to my ears. not at all bad, but in sum

The total is a loss I can never regain

Each a grain, of time. forever held over

My head beyond my reach

They could form a beach

That sandy time with its vulgar impasse turrets.

Was it ever like this? I will always take a yes.

My powers fail me to spin a win from such feeble yarn.

But this way at least

the amnesic has some memory

From which to mourn.

To ask the question:

Will it ever come again?