Hang in the past and you miss the now
while hankering for what happened.
Recalling isn't the same as lamenting
for what went before, nostalgia is bittersweet--
makes one add layers to a memory,
a pastiche of sentiments, shadows.
Nostalgia can be a noose, a rope, a place
where warts disappear and store bought
glitter covers yesterday. Plaintive glances
behind close the blinds on today.
Poetic Asides prompt
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