Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

my mind is fogged with
an indisputable attraction
to the masterful art of
             Reminiscence —
not of just blatant
             Nostalgia &
             Saudade
but rather that of 
past-happenings that make
present-happenings feel
             Defeated;
slowly out to rot. 

my mind misses things
only the Past holds—
like the beating of my heart,
the existence of yours.