“how sad and bad and mad it was – but then, how it was sweet”
― Robert Browning

Hidden between the pages
of my favorite book
or lying
as crushed petals
between those folds
scenting and filling up
my senses
will all the nostalgia
all the days and nights
there have been
and many more

Sleeping quietly as wrinkles
between the sheets
or engraved as
freckles on my skin
counting your memories
it touches and
leaves me
gasping for more

Every time I  inhale
that fresh whiff
of that cologne
rubbed off my skin
I’m being pulled
towards you
feeling alive evermore

Stretching and
arching my back
balancing my love on my
toes I gave
myself to you
once more

Floating away in your embrace
and counting the steps
locked in our gaze
the whole day comes
alive to me
when I take a whiff of
your old favorite tee.
Photo by Pascal Brokmeier on Unsplash

This post is in response to the daily prompt Mnemonic


32 thoughts on “Nostalgia

  1. Excellent write.

    the arching of the back

    ” I gave
    myself to you
    once more”

    “engraved as

    favorite books with crushed petals
    pressing of a nature.

    i Love it, i’m totally going flower pressing sometime this month now.

    well penned.

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  2. Fascinating poem! Nice selection of images! Got more than just one sense in there.

    It interests me nostalgia makes you feel alive. it is either neutral to me, or it makes me feel old and near death. I guess there must be different ways we feel it.


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