Sometimes
I set the controls
For the heart of nostalgia
I lose myself
On the journey
It's a misstep, I know
But I've grown fonder
Than I should
It's shadowy and cool
And I am alone
At best, at worst
I always intend to leave
Pieces of myself there
In perfect company
But I forget
So it calls

  • Poetry
  • July 04, 2025