I catch myself
Thinking about the
"Good ol' days"
More and more
The nostalgia
Creeps up
Slowly
Only announcing its arrival
Once it's fully enveloped you
And you can't shake it off
I hope I'm not the only
Thinking so much about back then
I hope you've been thinking about those days too
Maybe not as frequently
But I hope you've thought of them
At least one or two times
Remember
Our old Nintendo 64?
And those nights
Those long nights
Playing game after game
It was almost always mario kart
Race after race
Man,
Can you believe we thought those graphics were actually pretty good?
I miss those nights
We'd eat way too much pie and ice cream
And fall asleep not on the couch
But on the floor next to it
The boxy tv still flickering with light
Telling us how poorly we did on Rainbow Road
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoesiaEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
