Nostalgia

Yearning for a version of me I once was

Pondersome and pure

Aloof to the allure

Of my feet on the ground

Always staring out my rear view mirror

Did the pandemic wire me this way?

Frozen looking back

To cope with sitting still

Forced to sit still

Maybe that's why I can’t stop running now

But where are my eyes?

Every body of water

Every river I’d sat by

I’d think about my toes in the sand

What is contentness in where I stand?

Nostalgia, she has a grip on me

But I’m trying to live without her