is the most powerful of all drugs
It will bring you back to
the place of your most intense joy,
and tare you away
in the same instant leaving you
tear soaked and broken
How I hate it so
and long for it always
A prisoner of hindsight
Nostalgia is the God of lost moments
It holds the keys
To all the doors
forever locked by time
So we spy through the keyhole
Longing for answers about why
Nostalgia is love
It is the only tangible way to relive
the moments, the never ending
Oceans of joy, that we once swam in
And now can only hope for a glimpse
If only in tiny, bittersweet doses
Of the times we were better
That we can never live again
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