The Satisfying Feeling of Nostalgia

Swipe your hand against the wall,

go back a year,

remember the time,

the laughs,

the corny jokes,

the hugs,

all so real.

That’s the good one.

Lay on the floor and look up into the roof,

personal,

so personal.

Touch your chest,

rub the spot above your heart,

like you’re sandpapering the memories through your skin,

into your body,

directly into your veins,

to your heart,

where they belong.

That’s the right way.

Stand in the room where the last moments played out,

feel calm,

swallow

and take in the situation,

how it ended,

like it did,

smooth

and without pain.

That’s the path of well.

Smile,

because you’re in the center of where everything happens.

Where all your feelings suddenly come back to life,

the memories sawing through your head,

projected on the wall in front of you.

So you watch them like a movie.

You watch the life of someone who didn’t want to re-live life in any other way.