A familiar song plays
Yearning rushes in, like a blast of hot air,
Breath catches, and I’m caught again
Oh that exquisite pain! How you disturb me!
It confounds me really
That old sentiment, old but always fresh somehow
Emotion rising up from deep,
recondite places meant for storing pain
That kind that makes me all nostalgic like, that kind
that creates havoc all up and down my body
God, such sweet poignant suffering!
Bitter-sweet memories, I think of that almost lover, lost friend
It’s a beautiful tragedy
that thing called nostalgia
This tear-jerker tune gets me every time like that