A bummer of a poem

The Ultimate Nostalgia

People get Nostalgic

This is what they do

They start to miss each color

Each Place

Each thing they knew

We call this feeling Nostalgia
A fondness for the past

But does it get another name

When all that’s passed is past?

I’m scared for that Nostalgia

Where everyone must go

Because I already miss each thing

Each place

Each person that I know

I’m sad in this Nostalgia

And it hasn’t happened yet

But I can already feel my longing

For each place

Each person I’ve met

The ultimate Nostalgia,

It happens when we die

When each person,

Place,

and thing we’ve seen has gone

And we must say goodbye

We can’t escape this Nostalgia

It happens everyday

What happens when we go?

Do our memories just fade away?

I dread this Nostalgia

With words I cannot say

I refuse to die.

I refuse to go.

I refuse to fade away.

I hate this Nostalgia

My fondness for my past

It saddens me to think

That one day,

All that can pass…will pass.