Nostalgia

My pain hits me sometimes, like a whip, it stings inside.

I miss the old, the old familiar, the old nonsense and pointlessness. Everything unmeaningful. It's meaningful now.

I miss the now, stuck in the then. The world screams light-waves but I can't hear.

I miss the sound of your voice and of your laughter. I miss your smile. I miss the shenanigans and the dull but somehow exciting bar-talk we shared when the day was far away.

Night owls. Passing souls. Strangers sharing a breath of time together, and it ends.

I miss feeling nothing. That was something. Something special indeed.