Nastalgia
you take up space like dark matter
hovering over my head in a foreboding manner...
I go through the motions
amicable enough
but it's as though I detach more and more
Not completely sure
What exactly it is that I am longing for...
Maybe elation from incredible stagnation
Or possible regression to my deleterious past
Maybe I'm just insane
It seems I always comeback to that conclusion...
I picture you in my passenger seat
Having some irrelevant conversation
and I actually talk to myself...
I put you through my browser
Desperate to make contact
I'm sorry, I'd say
After three years I am sorry
but your gone
leaving an imaginary beat under my floor boards
the dust has settled
its blown away
deteriated in the oblivion of time
but this cloud above my head remains...