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Midnight Pub


Nostalgia


~tskaalgard


With every step, home falls further away.

This is the furthest it's ever been,

And the closest it will ever be.


Never again shall I stand in those places,

see those things, or know those people.

If I somehow could, it would never be the same.


In far-off places where time stands still,

the houses are all empty and cold.

No fires burn there; the air itself is sadness.


I cannot go back. I don't know if I would want to.

But those moments, if I knew I'd never have them again,

I'd have felt them, tasted them, loved them more.

Instead my eyes fixed further back, to even more distant homes. Was I old already?


How long until I fix my gaze longingly on this place and think the same?


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~inquiry wrote (thread):


             past places
          haunt me profound
              people too
               but, oh
                places

               what was
             mind-sanded
             cream-filled
           fondly-filtered
          to an irresistible
              reminisce

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